As the Final Grains Drop by blendreams

With wrinkled eyes, I look back. Every joy seems massive.

As the final grains drop. I can finally understand. each second is the same for us all. To the newborn and to those who were around a bit longer. Each grain matters to us all the same. As the final grains drop, this life I had, full of regrets, fears, and loss, lies, and betrayals, now seem clearer.

They were not a force of malicious intent but an act of benevolence. Those weren't there to test me or to entertain an evil god. It was all to teach me. That I can be better than my mistakes, and better from all of those who lied. The universe, the force of life or the God, call it whatever you choose to believe in. It isn't trying to bring you down, it tests you if you are worthy of going up.

I would've wished for more time but knowing how much I wasted... I do not think I deserve to be asking for more...

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