Time, is a thing that everyone is given the right to spend. But it is uncontrollable. No one can change it or have more of it. So as our life. All these things apply to the growth of hair from the life. As time goes by, the hair gets longer, it’s color gets changed or even discolored, and finally, it falls.
My dog, Nobi, is a Golden Retriever. I watched him had his golden brown hair turned into off white as he grew older. Me and Nobi grew every signaled day, but we are slightly different. He has a shorter lifespan. I started to realize his changes as we grew, I collected his hair so that I can, at least, keep part of his trace in my world.
Since then, collecting his hair becomes the one last thing I do every day. After a while, I see how many hair I have collected from him, I want to recreate it to commemorate how Nobi has grown.
I tight his/her hair into slices of fusiform hair, like the shuttle in a cloth machine. It’s like the old saying goes, in Chinese, 日月如梭 (time passes as fast as a shuttle). The shuttle weaves as fast as Nobi’s life. When the shuttle weaves, nothing can turn it slow, nothing can make it stop.
Looking through the time avenue of Nobi’s hair, the shuttle-shaped turned into off white from golden brown, but my hair is still in black. It reminds me Nobi’s life journey might be going to the last chapter while I still need to face the rest of my life without it.
However, life is like this, everything keeps changing, but only one thing is in constant, every second is passing, time keeps passing. I can accept the reality and accept it. Beggars can’t be choosers, not to mention, I’ve already has the best memories with Nobi.
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