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Time Becomes Meaningless
In the end, it’s not the minutes that count, but the moments that took our breath away
Have you ever sat there, watching the clock, feeling each second stretch out as if it’s trying to remind you of something — something slipping away, something out of your control?
I’ve felt that too.
And at some point, I realised that time, in all its precise measures, starts to feel meaningless when life overwhelms you with emotions, experiences, and the passage of moments that can’t be measured by mere minutes and seconds.
Time becomes meaningless when you’re waiting for something that never seems to arrive.
The hours turn into days, the days turn into weeks, and still, you’re standing still, caught in the limbo of anticipation.
Whether it’s waiting for love to return, for pain to subside, or for answers to questions you’re not even sure how to ask, time no longer comforts.
It becomes an ache, a reminder that life keeps moving even when you’re stuck.
When you’re in love, time flies — days are filled with laughter, conversations that seem to stretch into the early hours of the morning, and moments that feel infinite.
