It seemed like an eternity away, time has a way of doing that to people though.
The time just fades away, one second lost at first, but then minutes, hours. The seconds are missed, forgotten, then swept away into the cool black of the night.
Time is but a concept, abstract; ever-changing. It fluctuates between tangible and incorporeal.
One touch can affect the future. One kiss can affect the past, but nevertheless time keeps on passing, marching with its endless drumbeat.
Do you hear your time calling?
We all have a time. Our lives are but a paragraph in the book of the universe, our responsibilities and feelings in the now, unknown to the future or to the past.
We look at our pasts and the pasts of those who came before us with such curiosity and much scorn.
“T’was such a long time ago,” we say, but history is a few seconds ago, not forever.
Time is like water; it can eventually create canyons in seemingly indestructible stone. It can move boulders. It can destroy mountains.
We treat time as if it is endless, but everything comes to an end.
The nightingale ceases its song.
The hungry starve.
The weary sleep.
The lost wander.
But we keep striving, someway, somehow, even after we see the inevitable.
‘More’ replaces the lost. More to see, more to conquer, more to love, more to destroy.
For you see, humanity and time are quite alike with our ceaseless thrum of action.
We walk, we talk, we move, we do.
Time passes us by.
We mourn, we forgive, we move on.
We forget. Time forgets too.
It seemed like an eternity away, time has a way of doing that to people though.
Third (juniors)
Chloe. E. Heineke
Year 10, Columba College