Dear Diary,
Time is not a ticking bomb
nor is it a devil to be feared.
Time isn’t compelling you to race against mankind
nor is it pressurizing you to brawl against the inescapable movement of hands on a clock.
However Time is seeking your companionship,
it is craving for you to accompany it with every stride you take,
alongside your own rhythm of course.
Time is begging of you to be fully cognizant in the present
And in return it heals deeply engraved wounds of the past.
Time acts like a miraculous gateway into the future,
Turning each fleeting moment into vague memories named Yesterday.
Time allows memories of deeply-rooted sorrows and suffering to scratch against the walls of resilience you’ve constructed,
while wandering in the depths of your despair…
leaving you with nothing more than misery and heartache.
But then again…
Happiness tends to be short-term in this transient world.
Because Time is the measurement of all human emotion, whether it be euphoria, or absolute suffering
and is the Judge’s mercy upon which the heart beats.
Yours and yours only,
Malika