I don't think I fully understood the meaning of the phase 'time flies' until recently. At this very moment when I am actually counting down to my departure, I realised how months, weeks, days, hours passed just like that. Without knowing it, I have already spent 14 months here in Melbourne, a place where I used to hate so much.
It is funny how people always find themselves have insufficient time to do what they want when the time limit is near. There are always too many things but too little time. That is what I feel now.I have so many things I haven't done or experienced. The plans and dreams which are yet reached. But I don't have much time left to accomplish them. Most of them are too big that they simply can't be done in such a short time! What am I going to do?
The last two months passed in one split second. I doubt if I have lived it consciously. It was like I know I was living, but I am not sure if I was breathing. Day by day, I was repeating the same routine. But am not sure what have I achieved.
Dear God, can I just have some more time to stay? Or maybe let the time pass slower. Make it walk, not fly. I want to walk with it hand in hand. So that I acknowledge that I am actually living.
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