When death stalks by

  I came home tonight from a funeral wake of my friend who passed away three days ago. I wasn’t expecting, not really. He’s young, he’s fine and suddenly he was taken away. So many questions about death randomly spurted inside my head. But no matter how much I wring my thoughts, it only leaves one answer… death chooses no one.

    “It’s already his time”, a remark I heard from the funeral. I was thinking then, all along it was actually time who discreetly takes everything away from us. We can cheat death, but not time. We can take control of death, but not time. We can fight death, but not time.

    Perhaps, if we allow fantasy to cloud reality, the greatest power one can attain is to control or stop time. But no matter how much the clouds cover reality they eventually disappear, and reality tells us that without a doubt nobody has the power to stop time; it’s impossible, it’s preposterous. Time is incessant, and it will always be.

    For the past twenty two years of my life time has been so cruel, it loves being chased, it runs fast, and worst… it strikes.  Time is a reason. Time is a thief - the only thief the law does not arrest. Time is selfish. Time is one-way. Time is irreversible. Time is dreadful… it is death’s best friend. Time holds everything, and it has the power to lose everything. Time is invincible, and there’s absolutely no way to combat time. There’s so much about time that it seems to slip away so fast. One minute you’re existing, the other you’re gone.

    Nevertheless, no matter how terrible time can be, we need time to survive, to heal, to learn, and to be happy. Time is gold as the cliché goes; time should be valued and must be well-spent. So what do we do with time? We use it. We don’t want to waste it, or we’ll be running after time. Let us not wait for the clock to tick because we barely notice that we’re running out of time before we set our affairs into order. Don’t hurry things up, we take our time but we don’t kill it - little do we know that time is quietly killing us too.

    The time given to us is short, very short that we really don’t notice this until our time is up. This is obsolete but I’ll be repeating this because we actually don’t mind it at all: Life is so short, live the fullest and make the best out of it… before it’s too late.

    I just hope I didn’t waste your time reading this.  

    And to my friend who is now at the hands of our Father, may his soul rest in peace. He will always be remembered.