We're watching the game of Ginebra and Meralco last night. By we, I meant me, and my dad. I was pretty pumped up with the intense game and yes, I'm being bias so I really want to win Ginebra but a game is a game. You'll win or you'll lose. That's pretty much life. Anyway, while I was watching I really can feel how Ginebra was striving to at least overcome the points of Meralco. But here's the thing about time, it doesn't give a shit about anyone. It doesn't care whether you've been struggling to win some game. It doesn't care whether you'll lose a battle. It doesn't care whether you're shattered and broken beyond repair. It doesn't care that you're grieving for a loss so immense that your heart literally aches every time you breathe . Nope time doesn't care. It keeps on moving, never just staying still. You might want it to remain unmoving, everlasting but that doesn't work out does it? Time doesn't care that you want to won some game. It doesn't care if you don't want to pick yourself up to do things just because the hour requires it. It doesn't care whether you're giving your best just to keep moving with it. It doesn't care that you're in so much pain that your body's become numb. All it does is keep on ticking and asking you to move along with it. Time doesn't care for anyone. And I just thought, maybe just maybe if there's still some minutes left for Ginebra perhaps they could win. Every minute counts and we shouldn't take it for granted because we'll never know if the game's already over..
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