If we do not have to work, we rarely remember the date. We can sleep in every morning with no hurry catching the bus. If possible, we live leisurely to death in that way.
If we do not look at the mirror, we hardly recognize whom the guy in the mirror we are looking at. Time does act like an invisiable surgeon which operates on our appearances. All things left on ourselves becomes the evidence of trace we have come through. Day after day, year after year.
If we are not informed, we do not the spring festival, in no more than three weeks, will come. The year of rat soon arrvies and we grow to be older.
It looks like a circle goes around again and again. Sring to summer, summer to fall, fall to winter, now winter to spring, such kind of a routine evolves and records everything into history.
We look back, we get nothing but memories. We march forward, we find no directions but feedback of dead ends. We are on the way of exploration. In the process of that movement, we are badly scraped. What else can we do? Stand up and start off again.
Most of the time we are loners. We are doomed to be alone. No body else can always be with us. Family members, friends, tutors or acquaintances, they merely escort us to some stations of life journey. We are the only ones to go through the whole trip.
Every second contributes to the existence of our beings, vice versa, we are the particles of universe. With a blink of god, a seabed is to ascend into a plain or a gigantic rock is reduced to sands.