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They say time is the fairest of them all.
Impartial and just.
Never changing its original course for any person or event.
Physically speaking, this could indeed be considered a truth.
Psychologically speaking, it's quite the opposite.
Time flies like an arrow, days pass like a flowing river.
Some days drag on like years, feeling as long as centuries.
Time always leaves behind moments of healing: the warm sun in winter, the cool breeze in summer, the first flower of spring.
Time also brings moments of melancholy: the scorching sun of summer, the wild winds of winter, the last falling leaf of autumn.
Time weighs as heavy as Mount Tai, a single moment becoming a lifetime of memories.
Time is as light as a feather, forgotten as if it never existed.
And that's not even time's most mischievous aspect.
It's always deceiving us.
From our childhood to adulthood.
When we were young, it tricked us that our next birthday was just around the corner.
