Time is always that one thing that fascinates me.
Time, as in all things, can either be our friend or our enemy. I guess that's why movies tend to play around with the idea of time travelling. Movies have played with this concept and still, I get
lost in trying to understand how they work it without
changing anything in the past or affecting the future. I guess it only goes to show everyone's unceasing wish to be able to travel back in time and make it our friend, so that we may never need to utter the words "before it's too late."
Time creeps up on us slowly and makes happy memories pass by in a fleeting moment, and sad ones to seem to last a lifetime. It creeps up ever so slowly, gradually chaging everything around us. Dazed by its power, we go on thinking everything's the same, and when we occassionally take the red pill - nothing at all. The surrounding's different, may be good or bad, and we stop to think how we ever made it that far, or that little; what decisions brought us to where we are standing at the moment. Our realities, presents, sufferings, and happiness at one point have become just a season in our lives that we are glad or sad to have left behind. Countless hours with loved ones simply become a moment that's remembered by a memory or two, or three. And sadly, feelings that have been part of our happiest times are left behind, not even preserved in that memory we made an effort to take away. And yet, the sadness that came with our most painful times haunt us to the present day, very much a factor in the decisions we make, the people we let in our lives, and how we treat ourselves and others around us. It is a sad fact that out of all the happiest times we've had, it is that one most painful moment that we seem to get stuck in. Unmoving, we fear change. Frozen, that fear has the power to negate almost everything good in our life.
