Every so often, there is a time in life that we think is never going to come, and we continuously check the dates to see how far away it is; and we put off thinking about it because it'll never come, it's too far away...

You see, attempting to catch time is like attempting to catch air or water with nothing but our bare hands; we can reach out in an effort to grasp it, but in the end, it will slip between our fingers and trickle on forward.

Any one moment in time might feel as though it is so far away.

But it finally comes and where on earth did the time go? When did time learn to fly? When did time itself sprout wings and soar into the air, leaving everything behind?

It's as much as time can do—fly away, just as we hope to.