THE WEIGHT OF BORROWED TIME AND BROKEN DREAMS

This piece contemplates the fragility of life. Imagine there’s a clock hovering over your right shoulder. It’s always there, and it’s counting down, when you are asleep, when you are awake. Someday it will run out, and when it stops, everything stops. It’s your life clock. We all have one, but most of us forget that it’s there. At some point, we realise its existence, but for many, it’s too late. Aren’t we all living on borrowed time?