A tick of a clock.

Time move one, even when we don't.
humans, we have many restrictions, many boundaries, countless limitations.
and most of them are of our own making.

We blame a concept we created for not getting what we want.
For not achieving what we definitely deserve.
for not pushing ourselves, not running the extra mile, not trying hard enough.

we blame time for our wounds,
our pains,
we blame it because it was the wrong time, or timing was off and that we would've done it differently if we had another chance,
we also demand it to heal us.
to make things easier for us, to help us forget.

we wait and wait for the right time for happiness,
we waste our life waiting and waiting,
waiting for the time we graduate, waiting for the time we'd meet someone to change our life.
waiting for the right moment to open up and show the world that we're worth it.
to show someone how you feel about them.

we never consider that it might be late.
that a split second can make the difference between life and death,
between happiness and misery.

It's both baffling and disturbing how one moment can change your life forever.
because you can't simply undo things.
you can't take it back.
you can't avoid what you did to yourself or what you do to people,
and how you've been living your whole life.

you don't know what time holds for you, you keep praying and hoping for what's good.
we fear what we don't know.
we fear time because it's so crucial, so precarious.
and that nothing is stable and persistent.

Everything can change, withing a tick of a clock.