Dearest Time,

Don’t you grow tired of constantly running? Wouldn’t you like to sit, to rest, just for a moment? You’re the undefeated — the fastest in the game, the smartest, the strongest. Your wit remains unmatched, your power unsurpassed. You have effortlessly flown by your enemies, bringing them down one after the other. You have slowly taken away everything that they love, inflicting upon them grey hairs and creased skin. You are ruthless, old friend, granting no one mercy or second chances. I look forward to the day when you retire.

But despite your cruelty, dear Time, you have always been a loyal friend. Only you can cure a broken heart or a crushed soul. You bring an end to a bad day, you help us to overcome obstacles we never thought possible. You are the most hated, but also the most loved. We all fight over you, Time, begging for your attention. We are constantly asking for more of you, but there is only so much of yourself to go around. Just as quickly as you have given us so many good moments and so many long laughs — so too, you have taken them all away.

You are a mystery, dear friend. I sit here in this moment, surrounded by you. You belong to nobody but you are still everybody’s. How do you do it, Time? No one wants to share or waste their piece of you. We are stingy with you, or at least we try to be. I thank you for your help throughout the years, and I applaud your consistency and predictability. I can always count on you to dry my tears and carry me through thick waters as the current of life speeds up and sweeps me along with it. I have taken up so much of you already, but I just ask that you keep me in mind today and be kind to me dear Time.

Sincerely,

Your Friend, Your Enemy and Your Subject