On days like these when the sand in the hourglass seems to be sliding faster than usual reminding you of how much of what remains to be done, let it not dishearten you, I tell myself, let is remind you of how far we’ve come.

There are days like these when turning pages seem the hardest most of all, when time flashes by as the to-dos of the expected life remain uncrossed,

On days overwhelmed by the possibilities the eyes can gaze through but afraid of the probabilities that play along,

When fear of the known chokes more, filling every vacant space,

On days like these,

Let us be.

Be with the wind as it erodes the flesh away,
flow with the river as it does since time immemorial,

Standing like a spectator between all of it.

On days like these,

Counting each second with hopes to slow it all down.

On days like these.