A Story about Time

There is nothing quite as difficult for man as waiting for time—  for one’s five minutes. It always seems that the time has come, right now, this minute, and, if you do not take it, then you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Time is a highly valued commodity, time is money, it is guarded like a jewel, man looks up to time as, in time,  time devours all things. And, if this is true, then time is master of the entire world. For those who do not have time, and for those for whom time is not on their side; either way, rather a bleak future. The poor man; his time is up. No wonder then that we say there is a time and place for all things.

Time is indefatigable. Despite its age, it always strides at the same pace; like human fate, it reminds us of our rancour, it gnaws at insignificant human filth, and, at times, strange, dark times come to us all. This usually occurs when too much evil has been accumulated in the world in which we live, so that plain human goodness endures for less than a lifetime, sorrow is greater than any joy, and man becomes possessed by some kind of madness. It is then that  time waits for no man. It is the judge and the jury. And those who remain as witnesses to bygone times continue to warn all those yet to come for a long time to come. In the beginning, their voices are strong, and then later they fall quiet, until finally it does not seem to matter anymore. But it does matter, as man constantly makes the same mistake; he destroys that which has been created in time and through time.

Time has its own aroma; it is a part of us all, our beautiful moments and those other moments, difficult moments, which we then spend a lifetime trying to forget, but to no avail.

No one knows what time has in store for him. It deals out to each man what he deserves. And we can rage as much as we want, we can think up thousands of reasons that should have influenced our fate otherwise, we can scream and curse in pain at the world, but, in the final analysis, time will inexorably rule in its own favour.

                                                                                                                                                                             Siniša Glavašević