Stairs

What if time flowed at our choice of pace, like the walking of stairs. Each of us stepping up at our own pace. Some of us would slow down , maybe even stop and sit, and reflect on the cold stone steps of our lives. Others would speed up, not looking behind them at the disappearing steps, choices they cannot undo. They would race to the top to see what was there, find their new adventure if there was one. . . or become a memory like the stairs behind us. With each step forward we lose the ones behind, like dominoes but in reverse. The bare fact is you just cannot go back, no reverse, no pause button. You have to keep stepping, your options have been limited to move, go, green light, and if anything slow down. If time Flowed at our own paces, like walking up stairs.