philosophy

Momentarily I felt the cold creeping back of my neck. I quickly turned around to find out who 'was behind me. I found the frozen shadow figure standing behind me. "Who are you?" I asked, sounding suspicious. "My name is time," he said simply. "What are you up to me?" I asked again. "No, I'm not coming toward you, you're the one who walked past me," explained the time. I paused for a moment contemplating his words. However, when I realized that the time had disappeared from sight.

Ah, never mind. Perhaps the time is always going as fast as her arrival in my life. This is not the first time the time to come interfere in its form is always changing in each of his arrival. Perhaps it was me who walked past him without he intends to came to me. Then he disappeared when I had started off in saturation.

Sometimes when he appears, like it can stop the time to just talk even though only an instant to get the answers to all questions are open. Why did you give me the age? Why must all get older even gone? Why you may be shot quickly but also sometimes runs slowly crawling? Why do you always give a restriction in meaning free and also free? Why have you while I'm not immortal? It's really not fair! In time, sooner or later I will die, while you are immortal.

Time, even how strong I try, I still can not understand why you're there. Even just to mean you're alone, too hard for me to understand. Now I do not know whether I should be friends with you or whether you are opposed to me? Time, can not you play back all feeling happy and cheerful in many encounter with you before this? I do not have time to pick up the remnants of the memories one by one, let alone compile them into a book. Because every time I come out of a doubt, you've passed.

All right time, now will you tell me how to stop the people and circumstances around me do not need to have all changed? Leave me alone has changed and off, but do not let them. I do not want to see them changed, even though they become more beautiful. I want them all to remain the same, as when at one point they ever make me happy. But I know, you do not want to grant the request. I'm sure you'll just be quiet and silent.

Never mind the time, I stop a raging just all bored. Too many seeds to grow more remorse in me because of your doing. I know I'm still going through a re-encounter with your pseudo-encounter. Not only encounter, but also a farewell. I know through meeting after meeting with you, I'd always managed to keep going, despite limping slowly.