Time, That Relentless Artist
by Adena M'lynn Time, that relentless artist, shapes us in its ceaseless chisel strokes. Each tick of the clock, a ripple in our existence, carries within it the potential to mold our raw identities, to fine-tune the symphony of our life. Every sunrise we meet, every dusk we farewell, each is a unique, irreplaceable chisel stroke—subtly altering the marble of our beings. And so, we find ourselves living in the tension between our past selves and the people we aspire to be, continuously honed by time and those around us. The passing of days may seem relentless, may even wear us down, yet it is this very cadence that allows us to ascend, to change, and ultimately, to become better humans. Yet time alone does not define us. We are also shaped by the imprints of others, the voices that whisper in our souls long after their echoes have faded. We are etched by every love that leaves a mark, every grief that digs a well, every kindness that plants a seed, and every sorrow t...