Time

She was waiting, her mind calm, just like the ocean by which she was standing. The cold water from the sea was touching her feet, sending a slight shiver through her body. She had no more expectations, she knew what was coming. It was the grand finale of her life, the king of all those small defeats. She had lost all hope, prepared herself for the end. Little did she know that life could turn around, so fast and so sharp. Clouded by the sadness of the past, her mind failed to notice the ship sailing in from afar, the ship that was going to rescue her from that stranded island, and carry her to greener pastures. Maybe it was karma or fate, that saved her soul from leaving this world forever and gave her the strength to live on.
When she woke up, she was no longer on that island, but surrounded by cheerful faces, scented candles, bright flowers and warm blankets. The world on the other side was nothing like her past life. It was the opposite of everything that she detested and feared. A perfect world, created just for her.
The ship was the turning point of her life. Had the ship been a few minutes late, or had she been a few minutes early, all her endurance and patience would have been for nothing. Time, every second and every minute counts dearly when the stakes are high. Life is a widely branched tree, with time deciding the branch taken. Every path has a different ending, only one can be ours, and we never know all the different endings. Time is the essence of life.