The Time Seller

He was old.

Of course, this is only in terms that we humans could use when seeing the Time Seller. We could also attribute other qualities and characteristics, looking through the same prism of the two jewels that shine in our faces. Noble, elevated in every sense, as if on a kind of throne made of the hopes of all the creatures that lived until that moment when he - that seller, decided to disassemble his provisional tent that protected all of them.

I don't know if he felt a little sad or overwhelmed seeing the endless line of all the creatures that came to buy time. There were some requirements, yes, let's say eliminatory if they were not met. For example, having a necessary age that was not measured in years but in experiences lived under the canvas of the tent. The second requirement was to have a good soul, good intentions and a clean heart. Under no circumstances did the dealer want to negotiate with someone who wants harm to others. And then came the price that each one could offer in exchange for time. That was not an eliminating factor, still, it could determine if there was a deal made with the seller.

Sitting there, looking at the line of buyers, he reviewed the conditions in his mind. No, he was not obliged to sell even a part of a second to anyone. His decision was immutable, without any possibility of claims from the buyers. He's done it so many times already...it wasn't the first nor the last time he had a multitude of desires in front of him, each one with his perfect offer. If he wanted it, they could all remain unfulfilled, becoming shiny little particles that one day could be seen from some planet in a remote galaxy.

The first intention approached him. It wanted time to see his descendants living in freedom from all the fears that ever existed. The offered price was his infinite fight, sacrifice and protection of all the descendants that would be ever born. The seller denied the offer - you can't fight others' battles. They would not gain courage.

No hard feelings, everyone was prepared for both options - they could walk away with a piece of leather with the written word accepted or denied. At that time, the second thought already stood in front of the seller asking for more time for his sick brother. The offer was generous again - he would share the needed healthy cells with the sibling in order to live longer. The seller smiled sweetly but the offer was rejected.

The next one in the line was blushing. It was a soul in love, asking for at least one more day to spend with the loved one. The price? He would give his heart for that. I heard the Time Seller laughing at that offer - what would you get with this if you could not feel your accelerated heartbeats?

A promising deal was coming from the next buyer. He needed time to enjoy the taste and texture of the fruits he was going to harvest. He deserved it, he worked hard for it but just needed some time to recollect all of them. He offered half of his harvest to the Time Seller. But no deal was made here - much more time would need the buyer to mature than all the fruits under that tent.

I already lost the count of how many desires were already presented to the seller before I saw the fragile whisper approaching him. It was so delicate, I could say completely transparent and with a weak voice, it said to the seller: I have nothing to offer you. I burn down to ashes and wake up from the same day by day, poured into every particle of these creatures standing in line, before and behind me. I don't even ask for time, but I am inevitable, even for you.

The Time Seller did not say anything but decided not to dismantle the tent at the moment. With his eyes closed he waited for the arrival of the whisper, not thinking about time at all.

_{About the clock in the photo... it inspired this little story. My friend bought it online, I picked it up from the seller lady and I'm going to take it to her now, soon. It's almost like... we bought time.}