Time

The value of time is not always appreciated. It deprives us from so much but also having the pleasure to set us limits. 

As humans waiting on time can be the most agonizing thing to endure. Waiting for it to pull through, to pass by, doing such insignificant things just to ''kill the time'', the anticipation that it holds is like nothing else. Only when the waiting is over and we have finally beaten it, we find ourselves praying to the dimension, praying that the hour will go slow. making every moment count, ingraining precious memories from the minutes that have passed by. It causes a sadness like no other; knowing that we will never be able to relive those memories. 

Time. Something that we never have enough of for the precious times, yet something that does not end when you are alone in your room, staring at your ceiling wishing the seconds away.

Time, our only enemy.