Precious Moments- The Father of Time

I have to say I think I’m cursed. I’m an entirely man-made construct shunned by the people that created me. How typical of these humans. It’s never enough or always too much. I try my best to give them the time they need.

Yet when something drastic happens they always tell me they need more, never understanding what the difference between want and need. Typical human’s greed. They didn’t have enough time with them is what they’ll scream to the heavens when they lose the ones they love. I see it time and time again. They’re running late, there’s not enough hours in the day, they wish they could have had one more day with so and so. But they wasted precious moments staring at a screen when that person was right in front of them begging to be seen. Or spent those precious moments angry or walked away from the love that was shared.

And these same people will wish away their hours if they do something uncomfortable, when I will actually slow things down. So that the lack of comfort can be felt. So that you can grow. As a father that’s all I want. But instead they’ll wish away hours while at work. Always striving for the weekend, not enjoying the precious moments I’ve given them.

As if their weekend is guaranteed.

As if the next moment is theirs.

As if they didn’t give me control of their time.

As if they haven’t made me up entirely because time is something they still fail to handle.

So they put the pressure on me.

Since the beginning I’ve always seen what they’ve given me as so precious.

I am the father of it after all.

My precious little time.

Yours is precious and little too.