We can’t hold on to time but we can leave a bit of ourselves in each grain that passes through our hands as time slips by. It’s not in the holding but in the flowing. Like a river that passes over every stone it washes each one of us. It smooths us and polishes us for the conclusion to pass on to others a bit of ourselves, good or bad it is what it is. Time is the one constant we can rely on, it’s ever-present, it has always been, and will always be. Just like God.
- Fade Away (richardankerswrites.wordpress.com)
- One River for Million Lives (mponirhossain.wordpress.com)