She lived in a time vacuum. The central station was her point of return. Done with a destination, she was back to the central station. Lost in her journey and she detoured to the central station too. Everything began at the central point.
Confused. Lost. Would someone please help?
Like Robbin Williams with Winnie The Pooh, she halted. Do nothing. She watched the moments went by. Obviously, waiting for that perfect moment, it did not arrive. She got up and alked again. The time ticked away.
Time took everything and before long she could see whoever remained bid goodbye. 1 by 1 left and went under the soil. What would happen next?
Was life only lived by working for people day-in-day-out, and waiting for death to take place?
Searched. Researched. Asked. It’s okay. She said. This didn’t work for her. She already adapted to the place. And it did not work out for her except to pour out whatever came into her mind. Sometimes, wasting time away but other times earning hope again.
She lived in the time capsule. As she wrote, and the time ticked away. Once time halted, everything would end. She asked to be remembered as someone who had done her best and tried. Again and again. Dreams died. Nothing last. Don’t take life too hard.
I recommend Rabih Borgi piece today. What is life except we are all living in a time capsule? Thank you, Rabih for the insights. 🌹
