Through the mirror

It is probable that time passes slow or fast, maybe it just happens and we are a tiny piece that moves left and right with a direction. A course that we do not know or do not want to recognize; in a path where there are trips, some thanks to a small stone and other huge holes and difficult to dodge without falling. Life teaches us that it is valuable only because there is death and time, two things without remedy and without consolation. Let us love our moments, although bad they leave us a valuable learning that makes us who we are. We value what we have and are not material goods, but the people that surround us, that really give meaning to our lives. Time is time, relative by itself, but the lost time nobody recovers it and there is no such thing so lamentable. Let's live and let live.