Time

Time

A Story by Miranda Rose
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Mostly just a little rant.. Not an angry rant, just thinking out loud.

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Time is an unusual thing.  It can quicken or slow down a great amount, depending on our moods or the situations we’re in.  It can pass slowly when we are in an awkward situation or when we are lacking things to do, but it can also pass like a shooting star across the sky when you’re out enjoying the simplicity of youth, or just in a pleasant mood.  Time can also be gracious, giving us the luxury of having our loved ones around for that much longer.  It blesses us with the possibility of wondrous things, allowing us to finish what needs to be finished and also allows us to enjoy the world around us.  It gives us the opportunity to meet new people and to try new things.  Time is the perfect opportunity to say hello to the ones you love.  It is the way we live, by times of places to be and people to see.  It helps us to create memories with the ones we care the most about doing the things we love the most.  Those memories are stowed away in the crevasses of our mind and are sometimes kept there for eternity, all thanks to time.  We embrace the time and love it as if it were ours to control.  Time, however, is not ours to control, and can also be very cruel.  It can quicken at all the wrong moments, ranging from something as simple as the possible tardiness for school or something as important as missing your flight out of the country.  Time can eventually take away life throughout the years, stealing away the ones we love without notice.  Time lingers in moments of pain, showing no mercy to your grieving state of mind.  It invades into unwelcome arms like a poison that has no antidote, no way to make it simply disappear.  It is sometimes bitter and resentful, causing it to erode on friendships and relationships, making them end with hurt or anger.  It seems to enhance the feared goodbyes of a relationship ending.  Time is also persistent, forcing us to go on with our lives, no matter how broken we feel that we are.  It steals away memories of a loved one’s wrinkled hand taking yours to hold, or the warmth of an embrace, or a first innocent kiss.  It does, however, spare the memories that most would like for time to take along with it.  We all are aware of the fact that they are engraved within us forever, but we are hopeful that one day, time will take away these painful things.  The bitterness that escapes from a supposed friend’s lips into our hearts, the sound of violent words that pass through in heated arguments between a team and their coach, the sight of a soldier in uniform leaving your arms, or even the feeling of separation that is caused from the sight of the oak casket slowly being lowered into the earth, taking the one we love with it.  True, time can be bitter and can hurt most beyond imagination.  But it can also heal.  It heals the wounds that it might have created, and it can heal the heart that has shattered from pain.  It brings along new experiences and opportunities to help you move on from the painful experiences and opportunities of before, and it helps you accept what needs to be accepted and allows you to move forward.  Yes, time is truly an unusual thing.

© 2010 Miranda Rose


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Miranda Rose
Sorry if it seems a bit cliché.

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Miranda Rose
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I'm unsure of how to explain myself within this small box, but I suppose I can give you a brief summary. My name is Miranda, although "Rose" isn't my last name. I love to write, act, sing, read.. All .. more..

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