Time can make you forgive yourself for the mistakes you made. It can make you break the promise, to yourself, of making good the mistakes. It can make you sleep as if nothing happened. It overthrows conscience.
It can make the joyful moments at the parks with mom, dad and brother, just a cute memory for minds. It can make the adorable parents suspicious of their own children. It can make the same kids who played in the dad’s arms pure liars and crooks. It can make the same kids clever enough to crack jokes on their friend’s dads. It can turn the single room and kitchen home- with one family, into a double bedroom hall and kitchen apartment with busy individuals.
It can turn the best friends into ‘just another casual friend.’ It can make people meet new ones and forget old ones. It can change the priorities from blind faith and truthfulness, to need, later to choices and chances.
It can make you meet special people. Who can make magic happen. Who can make the factors of time and space irrelevant, insignificant.
It can make success seem too small.
Time can kill the creativity of the empty mind. It can make the colorful ambitions too silly now.
It makes you believe that everything is a just part of life. It proves that everything is part of the big plan. And later that there was no plan. All the small things were life.