Memories of Yore

Memories of Yore

Special Class

Time, keeping track of elapsed moments that continue to pour down the river of history. The sequence of each event, as its beginning meets its end. Destiny, the path of each walking man, moving about in circles laid by such short and limited phases of the clock’s winding hands. The timeline, of a long strip of frames, that makes people recall their every adventure, their sad and happy scenes as they play their role in this reality we call life. The cycle of life, turning by the will of time, time that waits for no one. Mercy for those who shall miss the future, for the present is their last, only time can tell the story of their youth.

The past, once there was a beginning, of a journey that will take forever. We all start young, believing in dreams, where everything is real. The period in time when we are free, when fault is a mean of learning, and when bonds to the world are made. The time when foundations were built, from the sweat and tears of our ancestors, them who have visions of a fantastic future. The clean and the pure.

The present, where once an innocent child opens his eyes to the truth of the world. The ever fast development and the growth of society, the more we become aware and eager about the unknown, the more we become ignorant and careless about the past, loosing track and destroying what the past has left behind.

The future, then there’s an end, where everything should be concluded. When efforts are rewarded and trees bear their sweetest fruit. The time of celebrations and of festivals for survival. Future and all its secrets, hidden to humanity since its dawn, never to be found, only leaving us with a beautiful gift called hope.

Let us appreciate her guidance, as her pendulum swings and her sand slowly pouring are fair and just. Let us not forget to value time, for it keeps the records of our existence, and tells the memories of yore.