Time it is like a drop of dew lying on a leaf which gradually evaporates.
But in childhood it seems to us that our time lies on a solid foundation and will not go anywhere from us.
Time or rather the future seems to us to be something incredibly bright and we want childhood to end as soon as possible so that the University and adult life come to the place of the school.
When we achieve this we begin to understand that time is a little different from what we imagined it to be it is more like rust which gradually corrodes the metal.
Some more period passes and we notice that time becomes like an excavator which is rapidly breaking the wall we have erected.
And the sand of time is constantly taken somewhere irrevocably leaving behind an empty quarry of the past.
We get acquainted with wrinkles and gray hair like flowers we begin to fade gradually.
We become prickly and try to resist time with all our might.
But time laughs at our efforts and prepares to send us to where wilted flowers are thrown.
But on the other hand time is what makes berries sweeter.
Let this be a short period of time, but it should be a triumph, because in the end we will become the sugar of the time that we lived.
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