Greetings everyone, I’m Nishan Ahmed.
After a long time, I’ve returned to this beloved SciFi Multiverse community.
Today’s topic — “Time”
And this very word gave me the courage to finally speak the truth in my own voice.
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Time...
For a long time, I was afraid of it.
Afraid — because I knew I was wasting it.
Sometimes I’d cry into my pillow at night,
Without any clear reason.
But in reality, the reason was always there —
The time I wasted doing nothing all day would sit like a thorn in my throat.
Every day, it felt like I was losing something,
But I couldn’t figure out what exactly.
Eventually, I got used to it —
To those little lies like:
“I’ll do it later.”
“Let me rest for a while.”
“There’s still time.”
Even while writing this post, I kept thinking,
“Maybe I’ll write it a little later… there’s still time.”
But in the blink of an eye, time runs out.
The same thing happened during my university admission.
I kept saying, “There’s still time, I’ll study later.”
And before I knew it, the exams began.
I wasn’t prepared.
I couldn’t get into the university I had dreamed of.
That’s when I realized —
Time slips away without making a sound.
That night, I looked into the mirror and asked myself —
“Who exactly are you fooling, Nishan? Time… or yourself?”
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Even now, I’m not perfect.
I still have days when I just sit in the dark doing nothing.
But now there’s a difference —
I no longer ignore time.
I sit beside it. I look at it.
And I try to see myself the way time sees me.
Now, these are the things I see as a waste of time:
• Trying to please people who don’t understand my heart
• Scrolling endlessly until I fall asleep
• Overthinking things that only increase fear but offer no solution
• Treating my dreams like “side projects for my free time”
So now the question arises:
“Are these 24 hours enough for me?”
Not always.
On the days I’m focused, I get a lot done.
But on the days when mental exhaustion hits,
Time slips through my hands like water.
Still, I try.
Every day, I try to do at least one thing that helps build the person I want to become.
And on the days I finish my tasks,
I sit quietly —
Sometimes reading my old thoughts,
Sometimes dreaming up something new.
Time has changed me.
No, not in some dramatic way.
It came silently,
Through every quiet regret.
Now I know —
Time isn’t just ticking hands on a clock.
Time is how I’m shaping the person I’m becoming, day by day.
Hope you liked it.
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