It's evening, 8:00pm to be exact. I walk into the beautiful hall in TerraKulture, everywhere looking beautiful. The array of the stage lights like a splash of amazing colours on a palette, lits up the stage adding to the visibility, motivation, composition and mood of the performance. The sonorous sound lifts the ambience above par.
He made his way towards the stage, the star of the moment, the renowned performer. Opposite him was a large crowd agog and excited. I was sure he could feel the anticipation. His microphone was in his right hand and all that mattered was what he was about to do that night. He didn't fall short, but rather came out strong and at the end of the show, the audience erupted into a long applause with shouts of excitement, clapping so loudly I could barely hear anything else. Then he bowed and walked out of the stage, handing his microphone to someone on stage who I presumed was part of his band.
That moment struck me, in the midst of the accolades, he knew he had nothing else to offer, he was done, it was over and the only thing left was to take a bow and walk away...
It made me realize the beauty and power of time. The inevitable indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in apparently irreversible succession, from the past through the present to the future. It gives you the opportunity to thrive, to blossom, to sow, to shine and whether you realize it or not, it will also bring the moment of reckoning to let it all go, to retire, to walk way, to surrender all.
Each tick, even as brief as a nanosecond, counts. With opportunity, which comes side by side with time, take every advantage. It is all for a period, make hay while the sun shines, before the end.
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