TIMEOUT!

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Timeout!

Running out of time is not the end of your life. Running out of breath does not signify the end of the road for you on this side of Heaven.

Remember, lost time is irretrievable.  You can work three times as much, trying to make up for the time lost. Working 24 hours straight cannot count for 48 hours in your one day.

All humans, animals and all creations are subject to a twenty-four-hour day. The rise and setting of the sun have the same effect on us all in an equal way.

Every time I wake up in the morning and look through my window nature says, hello and welcome to another day. Do I have a choice or any ground to argue that it is not a new day?

Some individuals may choose to ignore the reality in front of them, believing there is nothing attractive about the world.  They would rather remain in their darkened room all day long!

Timeout for these individuals has taken an ugly turn, no matter what you say they cannot hear you. They believe they should be requested to take any action due to past negative experiences.

I find it painful and torturous for my heart, when I think of all the terminally Ill people out there, ready to breathe their last.

Some individuals prefer to remain in bed rather than wake up and engage with the world.

Timeout. Just like I was born fighting for every single breath it took for me to be born in this world. I will repeat the same when it comes to breathing my last.

Oh, so you are one of the people who believe failure is a form of disease. If you see failure in your life like the incurable leprosy, it will be hard for you to go out in public and interface with normal people as you should.

Timeout. Falling on your face is not the end for you. Just use your hands, knees, elbows, and feet to get back in the arena of life. Life is a battle not a once-off war, we all must go through with every single breath we pull. Battles last a lifetime, but wars are momentarily.

I can't remember how many times I got sick and thought, "This is it; I'm going to die."  Time always proved me wrong by bringing a new day and new hope. I keep pressing on and hang in there for dear life.

Life is very strange; always has these strange twists and turns that nobody understands. Crying follows laughter; smiles hint at sadness.  We cry even when we are happy and excited. Tears can be understood in various ways.

You are hereby advised by time herself, to use your timeout wisely: to rest after a tiring day. Take timeout to reflect on past failures and strategize on the way forward. If the sun shines and you see your horizon, remember your soul is at peace.

Time out. I’m out!


Timeout Timeously Written By: Sydney Pikelela Gutyungwa
May 17th, 2025
Featured Title Song: If I Could Fly
From The Title Album: Can't Stop Now
Smooth Jazz Artist: Vincent Ingala
© 2012


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