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“Nothing Is Ours Except Time.” Seneca.
“Nothing is ours except time.” Seneca.
When I read this, it reminds me of the endless days in detention. One hour felt like two days. The warping of time messed with my mind. I wished for the time to pass, the same as wishing the experience would end. However, wishing without action is just that. A pointless, soul-destroying act. The days passed quicker when I changed my perception and made the system work for me.
When I was released, all I had was the time spent in detention, my phone, and my journals. Yes, 8,5 months is a long time to be in detention, however, I could cry for the time wasted or see the blessings. I chose the latter.
So reiterating the words of Seneca, “Nothing is ours except time.”
For me now, time has never tasted sweeter. The gratitude I learnt in detention is a daily, sometimes hourly, practice.
To savor the moments that make up my life,
To enjoy the people who enter my life and
To give at every opportunity, even if it’s just a hello or a smile to the person whose path I cross when I’m on my morning walk.
To go wherever I want to go
To eat anything I wish to eat
