Irreplaceable memories
If I have my way, I will revise the hand of time, I really need to do this if wishes are horses. Too many things have gone wrong and more are still unfolding to go wrong, and time is running faster than it is used to be.
Leaving me in the hands of the cold bloody time moments of life, where all the issue are like a heavy stone on my shoulders. Too heavy to carry. The world is even growing weaker than I thought it should, if I cast my memories back to how life was so beautiful in its nature.
I will let you know one of those beautiful times I would have love to reverse the hand if the clock to suit my, activities, love, pains and weaknesses. In life, all these outplayed and so some of it we don't have an enough time to carry out all these activities in the scheme of our choices.
And as we grow older and see it happens, more often in a different direction, I mostly start wishing I can go back to that time again.
One of it is the difficult life of an adult. When I was a child, at the edge of my pillows in my room, where I litter all around it with money gifted to me by my parents, Dad's good friends and mum's good accolades.
I spend them and get more as a wish and eat as much as I want, without getting bothered, where it all comes from. It was a good memory, such that one would say, yes, indeed it was a good memory.
I wish I could just reverse the hand of the clock to see those friends who care for me, stand in the rain again, and play together. I wish that time could permit me again to go back to those days, when my day would always Carry me on his shoulders.
Today when I look at my dad, I am the one to carry him on my shoulders, but the knowledge, joy, and those lovey moments, I wish time would just for a minute allow me to feel it again.
I wish could see those friends who didn't believe in me then, not to prove anything to them, but to let them see we are all grown to different destiny.
I wish I could see my fiancé again, who messed up with the love I gave to her. Who treated me for a fool? I wish she didn't leave so soon, to God knows where.
I wish the hand of time could go back to those days when mama used to carry on her back. When my feet were just precious as the snow and made me sleep off quietly in her arms. If I have my ways, all will bring back the hand of time.
I wish I can go back to my eighty years and make my first millionaire before twenty, I would have done that because I have seen the reality. I wish I could reverse the hand of time to get all the knowledge, I have now, I wouldn't have hesitated to do so.
Time is running faster than I had thought it will, I thought all these I would get when I got here, I didn't know that it was going to be tougher than I expected.
I didn't know that maturity and adulthood is very difficult to attend, I wish my parents, are still carrying my burdens. Maybe give the card to the little ones, I just wish I could reverse the hand of time back to these moments again.
I wish I could reverse the hand of time to get back my first two millionaires lost into the hands of scammers, fear years again. Even have opportunity, to prove that I wasn't stupid; involving in such a business.
But time is running faster than I thought it would be. I wish I could go back to my secondary school days to exhibit the level of knowledge I have now, and to my teacher and friends.
And beat in those competitions, I had lost out the battle. I wish I could go back and wine those trophies, back to my school.
Life is indeed really faster, greater ones are fast approaching, more issues are occupying our time. Even when I am working harder, it seems the dreams are too far.
Beautiful memories, a fast running without considering if I needed them or had achieved in it all that I wanted. And I wish I could just hold time back for a while, and take the hardest decision, and come back to my senses before the time starts ticking against me.
Wes...
