The time was in their hands,
pouring through the fingers
as they tended to believe it had no boundaries...
endless, incessant stream of moments we were supposed to experience, to sense
The time was seeping too slow on that particular day;
it seemed like the whole universe was welcoming,
spreading its hands to provide,
but a human used its preciousness for no benefit, with half-effort, non-productiveness
Time... I see the valley of your gifts, the opportunities.... and your spreading width puts some fog of procrastination on my eyes... I want to learn how to appreciate every second of your blessing, every sparkle of a chance, but I'm lost
I'm wandering among your starry passages and accepting it for granted. Endow me with wisdom of being more thoughtful of your gifts, achieving more per day, enlighten me to not being shy of looking back and being inspired by the past version of me "the most dedicated person I've met, that desperately determined, goal-obsessed girl who were driven nothing but the enormous faith in herself"
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Снимок: andrey_l (из интернет источника)