He was standing on the sidewalk,watching everyone goes by. 'Where are they going in such a hurry?' His eyes were moving with their motions, trying to capture an aswer. 'Silly me, they must be going for their works, for their lives, and most importantly, for their dreams' He stood there quite a long time, before finally he walked with hundreds other people. 'They are rushing because they're out of times, what will they do if they don't have any? Or.. What will they do if they have so many of them?' He kept on walking with his eyes staring at the pavement, he wouldn't mind other things beside his thought right now. 'So many that they'll never run out of it, so many that it become very useless, priceless, they don't care for it anymore and they'll wish it would gone instead 'He suddenly stopped in front of the park, and glanced his eyes on an old tree. 'Like that old tree, when was it born? When will it die? With its unlimited time, I don't think anyone would know 'He approached the tree and touched it, no one else was there at the park. 'If any human have it, will they be grateful of it and enjoy their life? Or will they curse the time given and try to finish it either? 'A cold wind was felt behind his neck, does the tree have any rights to complain? 'Maybe they would think that it's better not to be born, with such a curiousity of their own life age, really, I believe now human are rather foolish 'The man stepped back and turned around, somehow he felt miserable about that old tree. 'But some things were just not be able to complain, they just received and saw their endless destiny line, hoped for the world to end that time and finish everything 'For a while he stopped again in front of a mirror, he stared at his own figure to find his own destiny, wherever it may lead him to. 'I hope their souls may rest in peace someday, and not only theirs.. but mine too.. 'He decided not to stop anywhere again, it is useless, yet nothing better could be done to spend his time, his unlimited time. 'Human seldom recognize it, that they will regret their losing very much, when they feel uncomplete with their lives without it 'Death, eventually, is nothing different from the rest of things'
'Timeless, doesn't mean we're having no time. Timeless, means that we have so many of them, that we sick of it, and hoping we will vanish someday, for sure, and it's alright, coz no one will notice, coz you're having limited time, and that, for us, really, is an ultimate bless' -God bless us.
