It’s been quite some time since my last post but I’ve been wondering about something. I fall asleep with the belief that tomorrow I shall rise again, it’s that same belief that the sun will rise in the morning. Awaken in the jungle once again, a world that brings confusion, a world full of question especially a question of time, they say time heals all but does it? I may not be the only one that falls victim to time, People embarking on journeys to feed themselves physically, mentally and spiritually. Is time being taken for granted? Love, fun, success, authority, Does it matter what we chase. Our time will come to an end but will time? Is Time an enslaver to the conscious? How do you spend yours? Has it become a currency where we trade time for material items and not use it to its full potential? Following staged lives, what could you have accomplished in that time? Devoting our time to… We should ask ourselves? It’s a wondrous and mysterious enchantment. An event that does not give room for question but more for a rush and a realization that makes us realize that nobody lives forever, our world that continuously feeds us with the latest trends but never with the most important necessities because of what our fellow humans think of us is inevitably more important than that of what we actually stand for. What do you actually stand for? Do you know? Who are we and what would be our priorities if where born with death timers mysteriously on our arms as we watch our time run out whilst roaming the concrete Jungle.
