Time left and took away the breath I need for that extra mile, or the muscle mass I need to lift the chair.
But as time walked away, it uncovered experience. It introduced wit and wisdom. It let me realize that running fast does not make smarter, but tired.
I discovered with time and in time a great partner. Someone that silently shows me where I erred and how I fix it.
Time preserves all the melodies I love to hear, and he plays them on the right time, exactly when I need to hear them.
Time consumes my memories like a wild fire. But the crop that comes after, rising from the newborn soil, replaces the old one impeccably.
Time tics away my cells, but it protects my sanity. It ever lasts my friendships, making them stronger, even at a distance.
Time carries around a tray with special moments, which it serves with delight. This delicacy is accompanied by a flaming desire that enhances the flavor of the past. This recipe, past that is, is a time�s specialty, a family tradition per say.
I miss the time when I saw time as eternal. I now see time like that through the eyes of my jewels, and I enjoy the sparkles that celebrate the defeat of time.
But time is omnipresent. On the walls, on the wrists, on the fingers, hanging heavily on our shoulders.
Timeless are the times when time is timeless.
And time and time again, I curse the help that time gives me.
Half of my time has been spent on wondering what I will do with the other half of my time.
Time is as priceless as money. How shall I spend the time I have left? Shall I celebrate the fact that I have time to celebrate?
There is time for everything, but not enough time for everything. Time for love, which we spend with someone that is not in time for love. Time to eat, when right after we take the time to burn all the calories that eating provides.
What a dichotomy this time is!!!!
There is a time for everything and everything happens in its time. But sometimes, the times are so off that the value of everything that happens disappears amongst the doubts.
And here I am, spending this time to write about time that I may not have.
Good times, bad times, good ol� time, old-timer, best of times, lots of time, anytime, sometimes, have the time? Not enough time, overtime, real-time, Timex, Time Square, Times, how�s your time? Extra time, all the time, many times, what time? Though times, modern times, timeless, little time, short time, nick of time, waste of time, timetable, time line, timer, TIME!
We want it to slow down, to stop. Then we want it to pass as fast as it can. We advance one hour, just to be able to set it back later. So, what time is the true time?
Isn�t that funny that in the early times we include the hours in everything: two months, three days and eleven hours of life. But as time goes by, we tend to shorten the gap between the numbers in our ages: I am forty something!
I know that time will eventually stop and I won�t even remember why I worried so much about making the most of it. I believe that time is tired of being abused by us, and then it calls for help in gravity. That�s when our feet drags along when we walk, and our shadows grow shorter.
Time, sometimes, takes away our senses one by one, until we cannot perceive it around and just drift away on an eternal silence, begging for our time to come.
Needless to say that time is an overture, an epiphany that God presented man with. A gift for man�s disregard, disrespect to the beauty of living.
I can go on and on about time, but there is no time, since it is time to make time to rest.
It is amusing that, as we grow older we have more time, but the time we have then we spend making sure that the time we have will last for a longer time.
I have exhausted my time with time. I will leave time for me to reflect on what time has brought me so far: two beautiful daughters, good friends, great memories, wonderful experiences, wisdom, maturity, and an eternal partnership with time.
Today is the time when I add another one to my time here, among the living.
Renato Fuly
7/24/2002
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