An Enemy Named "Time".

"Time wounds me and then time also heals each wound; while I want my wounds to rot and flies to devour upon it. I want my wounds to keep itching and reminding me to not be wounded by time again." You know; I hate time so much more than any other abstract human concept! Because; time can be felt, it can be heard and seen unlike love or hate. Time is an enemy; because time is less. All that is to be gained or lost is to be decided by time. Not by shackles am I contained but by the constraints of time. A lot of resource and influence is yet to be acquired; a lot of desperate nights are yet to be spent awake. With nothing to keep me company but the consistent ticking of time. To remind me that while i sleep, while i eat, while i think of things i want to be; time moves on without me. Trying to heal my wounds; trying to settle me down. Time works to make me old, weak and to kill my motivation tick by tick. Time; the only true enemy of each capable man. But, I wasn’t born a man, and to make a man out of myself it took me time and it took time from me. I was born a boy unaware of the significance of my existence; of the truth that i am the living book of mankind, that all civilization of my species lives through me, that i am part of a greater entity. Myths and prophecies from the womb of time stands evidence to the struggle of mankind and I am the epitome of it’s procreation. But; only men who conquer not land, not weath but time shall make history. So, with my will as my weapon here i fight against time;