Time. I never knew its essence and value, I always wasted it, I always use it without even managing it. Spending more time doing nothing, rather than being productive. It's like wearing the most expensive shoes to feel secure for the evening, and have a pain in the ass for the coming days, because I'm broke. Until, a visitor came in and slapped me without any hesitation, that is Reality telling, that I can never turn back the wasted time. There is no rewind, stop, and pause in this life... That I should've done this and not done that... To the point that I want to bargain everything that I have. Just to have enough time, again...with him. But what can I do, I can only have a hundred and sixty-eight hours with him