If two clocks were arguing over who kept best time, and they were the two best made clocks in their known space of the world; what happens if they never reach an agreement?
They march to the beat of their own metronome, each finding time in their own rhythm. And soon, both are so far apart tat the petty things they argued about once over, seem like valleys compared to the mountains that separate them in life now.
And so is love.
And so is life.
And so is us.
I love this imagery of time. We paint it as a cruel taskmaster; always taking and never giving. But when we think about it; time is the best giver of us all. We *all* are given the same amount. It’s up to you, to see how you fit and how you enjoy/Waste your time.