Time, subtle is your heist
Arguably, the greatest thief of all.
My eyes were closed, I felt cold, someone slapped my 'fanny'. I screamed in righteous infantile anger and indignation. What is this place, why have you unceremoniously ushered me here? Did I give you permission to uproot me from my world beyond this uncertain world, and drag me into your...Where am I anyway?
What kind of life will I be exposed to. Will you shower me with luxury. Will you dress me in the finest silk, place me on beds of satiny comfort and delight, feed me from the nectar of the Gods. Or will I suffer a life of abject poverty, drudgery and broken dreams.
I got older. I met life.
My parents were poor in earthly possessions..but rich in love and tender understandings. My siblings and I fought..did what siblings ought to do.
Life..was..not..always..easy! But I was taught that all peoples had their own versions of struggles, be they rich or poor.
Suddenly..there came school..I was a teenager..College..Iwas a young adult. Then, I was all grown up, with grown-up responsibilities. Job, family, maybe children, pet, mortgage. Grown child, College fund.
Grey hairs.
I woke up today wondering. When had 'TIME' stealthily crept away with the young expectant ME!
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Novel Allen
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky. ~~ Rabindranath Tagore~~
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Unnoticed, the clock struck into the next day. Before my eyes, as midnight came and went, the words on the pages over which I poured blurred together. Meaningless under my over-tired gaze, they looped around themselves, slowly winding lines of text twisting themselves into knots as I watched, barely awake enough to do more than notice the change.
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Freaking hate time. Nothing heals with time. It only steals from us. Lol! Loved your story Novlet!
Great job on writing This ❤️😉📝❗
WOW! Outstanding Novel! I love it!
Sneaky little bastard, isn't it? 😉
Very poignant and something women ponder about all the time.
☺️🙌✨Excellent and relatable little micro Novel!! But YOU my friend are still young at heart. I’m sure we ALL can be for very much longer if we focus more on it! I often mourn the past…another of my nasty habits. Yet, their is a certain freedom in the now - and wisdom! We so wise! 🤣
Oh this is so good and rich with so many truths about life, Novel. Time is the greatest thief. I love this a whole lot! The progression from being born to now was clever!