Time, if a persona, suffers from multiple personality disorder.

And, in a particular case of such that I have suffered this evening – Time is a snarky, mischievous Puck, who dangles opportunities found and lost at the most inopportune moments.

How is it that something I’ve always wanted is offered, freely and enthusiastically – now – when my heart is closed for repair and mending?

Damn you, Time!

I’m subject to your placement of events and I will most certainly rant over the dastardly nuances of your personality that flash, piercingly at times.

But know this: you cannot touch my attitude of long suffering and perseverance as I travel through these obstacles that you’ve placed in front of me. I will triumph and sail through the experiences collecting life-points as I go.