Time is just like a river, flowing in one direction. It does not stop.
There are so many instances when the peaceful reflection of the sky is broken up into ripples that affect life, and they are there because I needed to change. The ripples are just the side-effect but the things that causes the ripples, no matter how small they are, will accumulate over time and affect the river of life.
Life is like riding a boat down the river, as time passes, sceneries changes. No matter how much you liked a certain scenery, time will take it away and replace it with the others. Photos may snap into a moment in this infinite space, but they are themselves within the effects of the time; no material can be forever, even diamonds can be destroyed under fire. Feelings fade, memories blurred when the sea of age takes in more and more water from the river.
Being such a small being in this river, I just can't be tall enough to peek into the unseen corners of the river, and can't fly to release myself from this journey towards the sea. People came and help, but themselves can't propel far enough to get to the shore; the river seems to widen when we tried, and we never get to the land.
Helpless, there are moments that I tried to cling on to other boats in life, but they too needed help from others. There isn't any jetty for me to rest, and the time flows past every numbers in the calendar. Looking into the crossed numbers, I noticed no matter how dangerous the flow has become, the boat has never overturned. I checked through the pages of time, and I know that I am being taken care of.
Love blankets me at night and hope keeps me company, whereas faith steered my little boat so I will be a better person.
