There was so much that had to be done. She needed to do so many things. She wanted them all done. But a day always seemed never enough.
It was then when she learned how Time is the enemy. Excluding ourselves, isn’t it true that Time is always one of the constant factors that prevent us from completing tasks, from moving, or from staying?
We all walk against and across Time. Look at the list of formulas in mathematics, physics, chemistry, and others, do they not involve time?
“Time is the enemy,” she wept and declared in exhaustion and with deliberate accusation. Time prevented her from completing her tasks in the day.
Time prevented her from keeping her mother. Time prevented her from making her mother stay. Time prevented her from reuniting with her mother again.
More time. She remembers how she begged for more. Not forever, no, not the impossible, but just more time together. But Time cut it all short. With that, Time burned down her dreams, her plans, her heart to ashes.
To some, there is never enough time. To others, there is too much time to spend. We are all never satisfied with Time. Only Time satisfies itself.
I disagree with you, Sir Beric Dondarrion. Death is not the enemy. Time is the enemy.