A Letter To Time

 Dear Time,

You remind me of the Sea. Unable to be restrained. Unable to be controlled. Unable to be contained. You are merciless, yet your movement is necessary. You steal away our precious moments before we are ready to let go, just as the rising tides carry away the forgotten toys of young children. But in the moments that we need to escape, to move, you are calm, gentle, and slow. When we are like a sailboat stalled in a windless sea, you choose to quiet. 

I understand though, Time, that you might wish to slow down just as much as I wish you would. The Moon controls the tides, so tell me, who controls you, Time? Perhaps we are the ones that make things seem too fast, or perhaps it has always been like this. Perhaps you wish you could slow down the good moments, cradle us in your arms, and tell us you'll make it last as long as we'd like.

Perhaps we are your children, Time, and it pains you that we think you cause our suffering. 

With all the love and forgiveness in the world,

 a young human