Novel Idea

Time and Trace Memories

by ~Spring-Soliloquy

Where did all the time go? This is a question many ask themselves throughout life. Some hope for an answer, or a way to get it back. Others ask for solutions, methods to use time wisely. Many long for the blissful days of playing dolls and make believe, while others aim to make the most of the time they have left. Regardless of their motivation, time will remain elusive as it continues on, a man-made construction that maps the changes in our lives. From the small changes that effect us without knowing, slowly shaping us, as we travel through time, to the large ones that shake our world right down to its very foundation, changes that can either make or break us. Time will reveal many paths in life, many road blocks too, but it is up to the travellers to decide which path to take and where it will take them.

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This question has come to my mind many times in my life thus far, and each time it has meant something new and someone something more significant than the last. A disturbing notion also seems to surface as a result of this question, the realization of memories becoming vague as I age, the stories behind the lessons learned slowly slipping away. These thoughts haunted me, until the idea of writing down these stories came to mind, detailing the days of my youth and sharing the lessons that I learned, the changes that I made. The story of who I am today.

This person is neither easy to define, nor difficult to explain, I'm simply the product of life and time, merging to create existence. The details encompass mistakes and good choices, lessons learned and character flaws. The story of my days may take dark turns, but I will remember to write about the light too. The rays that penetrated the shadows and healed the wounds of past hurt, cleared the horizon from my confusion, and helped me find my way when all hope was lost. This is the story of my life, perfectly imperfect and written from the heart before time lets it slip away, as I travel along within its grasp.