Time

"Time..."

The most powerful dimension that is yet unacknowledged by humans, but that still forms the basis of everything that they encounter in their lives. Is it not natural that just like time progresses, so does our own personality from the point when we were young? For I know none who was the same person at twenty seven as they had been at seven.

Two decades, long enough to make you look inside yourself, while the world outside shakes your preconceived notions and within no time new opinions become a part of who you are. And now when you look two decades back, you realize that most of it has been transformed. Yet, you still love those old places, the moments that make your memories, the innocent wishful dreams you once had. Oh believe me it seems like a vacation to you now.

You visit it every time you feel that you have grown up. You live that part of yourself as you like even though most of it has been shed. That is how time works. You hold on to the lost hours because they continued to make you thus. Don't you realize that's why Autumn returns every year to shed those leaves which the trees still look back to cherish.

Ah! Time. It teaches a lot, yet it helps you cherish what you think is lost, never to be gained but a part of your personal legend.

For they never said, time makes you forget your legend. It just makes you contented enough to remember it wishfully, without regrets.