It's been said that time is the fire in which we burn. Time is a predator that stalks us relentlesly and always wins. Is it more noble to flee from time, doing everything in your power to escape time? Why not just stop and embrace time like an old friend you have been longing to see for quite a while? I won't. I can't I shouldn't. Why not? Does it matter? Does it really? I don't think I am afraid of time stopping for me. I am more afraid of living. Am I a coward?