Time!

Time. From scientists to poets, time has been a thing of fascination to all.

What does it mean to me?

It means everything is temporary, the sad times as well as the happy ones.
It means nothing lasts forever.
It means there is nothing to be sorrow for!
It means there is everything to be cherished.
Failures, heart breaks, shocks, embarrassments.
The joy, the happiness, the tears, the smiles.
Every breath, every thought, every pulse.

Well, that's what I think of time. (At this point of "time!")

It's everywhere, in the past, in the future, in the undefined, indefinite space.
This is the time of the times!