Hello dear friends, I hope you are all well, have a good day like me, who is overwhelmed with happiness these days. I miss you so much these days, because I come here less, and I spend more time with my family. Because I want to enjoy being with them every moment. I hadn't seen my family for about 8 months, now that I see them, after this time, I can see every single wrinkle that has fallen on their face. Every curvature that falls on their shoulders and back, every tremor that falls on their hands, and every age that overcomes their body. Yes, I can see the dust of time that has spilled over all my loved ones.
Damn time, I wish you had nothing to do with my loved ones, I wish you didn't make me sad to see the wrinkled faces of my loved ones, how hard it is to see each and every one of your dear ones grow old and incapacitated, to say to yourself, God, I don't want to believe their aging, I don't want to believe my mother's wrinkled face, or my father 's curved shoulders, I can't believe my aunts and uncles are getting older. Hard to believe, really hard.
Who says time fixes everything, NO... time ruins many things, like the childish curvature of human cheeks, the eyes, the thin lines of the lips, the freshness and vitality, the youth... Time ruins all of them...
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Over time, many things fall apart. Ask an old grandfather sitting there looking at his childhood photos, ask a mother who still has childish feelings but on the street, strangers call her "mother", friends who were young years ago, and now they are old and have to gather at one of their graves. The passage of time is really cruel.
The passage of time is cruel, it makes people old, the house is ruined and the leaves turn yellow. The passage of time makes children old, and makes green trees timber.
I'm afraid of the passage of time. From the dust of old age on the faces of my loved ones, from the fact that one day it wants to take them away from me, I am really afraid of that day...
I am afraid of the passage of time, of one day becoming so old that mischief and deliverance are unlikely to my eyes. That I smile and everyone knows that the gender of this smile is different from real smiles. That my voice, that my gaze, that my hands are shaking, that alas for the days gone by, is my greatest asset. I'm afraid I wasn't young enough.
I'm afraid of the passage of time...
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As bitter as it may sound, you can't argue with the laws of nature, and we are unlikely to die in a young body after 100 years. One thing is certain, however, that we can stay energetic and happy longer if we just let ourselves do it.