What is time to you?
A little girl waiting for her mother?
A lover waiting for his beloved,
A homeless person desiring a home,
Or when the clock strikes
Tick tock, tick tock?
Moment is the time.
The smiles then, the cries now.
They are time.
The joy around, the mishaps follow they are time.
Time isn’t the clock striking. Time isn’t the wait.
Time is something that is to be lived and treasured.
Each moment that passes by is time.
Cherishing it, or cursing it, be it both.
That’s time, that creates a whole universe of moments and then what follows is what is time.
Not the clock not the wait. Just the moments. ✨