Time

Is there really time for everything? Why is it so hard to attain things to its perfect level? Of all this time, I'm trying hard to keep up my pace but it just wont let me. Every single day, I can encounter circumstances which not pleasant to everybody. Whenever I travel, I'm thinking of things that is very to hard accomplish. Why? Why?

Am i really selfish for something? or just too naive on adapting situations..Time really tests and play me around. My mind goes to pointblank then suddenly hysterical that wants to get out of the circle. I admit, I'm not satisfied of my life. I still have boatload dreams to reach into. I want to fly as far as my heart goes. But, at the end of the day, I'm only blind to leave someone behind. Its been ups and downs for me every tick of the clock that strikes the number. Numbers don't lie but you can bring somebody down to keep up the pace of life. I guess, God sometimes, wants us to be bitter to learn the unknown and to kill the uncertain. Now, I felt that I'm a jackal in my whole life, keep trying to loose in chains, lost in the wild and in the city as well. Only time can judge my life as my age moves forward. Like they've said "there's no turning back now". Time is still precious but mysterious for my decisions.