Shelter from the time

During our whole life we live with a beautiful lie and conviction that the time we have is under our control. We can’t even suppose that the time is our governor. You can endorse my mind, share my feelings or on the contrary, but you just can’t forget about the time. It obsessed us. 

   

Sometimes it’s really vital to forget about the time you lost or you just need to lose it, otherwise worries will arise and will become an integral part of ourselves, but the thing that the time can constantly take away inestimable things is obvious. The time persecutes us, that’s why we try to find safer place to be hidden from. We search a shelter to keep all of us, all the things we have but everything we do is in vain, we take time to overpass the time, but it’s nonsense. And in this case we immolate things we adore.

You know the time is like a round ball, we are inside of it. Sometimes it’s too hard to breathe. We make efforts to trundle it to the high mountains, but one minute of inattention and we can be overturned to the profundity. We try to go out of it, but we can’t, we look to all treasures of life; to real love, real friendship, real human relations, to whole miracles that exist in life, but the ball doesn’t let us become a part of it. And then we become accustomed to the reality. We live inside of that time-ball and consider it as a shelter, because the time is the only shelter from the time.