Thoughts on a park bench

Time stopped for a moment as the old man watched the children playing their careless games around him. They were untroubled and free, and he remembered when that was him, running wild in crisp autumn light. And just like him, he knew these children would grow old and experience unspoken pains, loves and losses.

But there would always be more children to take their place. New faces playing old games – a reminder of life’s unending potential. And he promised himself that when time started again, as it always did, he’d walk gladly into it with new eyes and an open heart, wiser than before.