predict it. People can cut in front of us, unnoticed. The world keeps turning, and the only thing that’s certain is our moment in “the line.”
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, lived an unassuming man named Samuel. He was a quiet soul, content with the simple joys of life. One day, as he strolled through the town square, he noticed an old clock tower that seemed to whisper a gentle reminder of the passing moments.
As Samuel pondered the significance of time, he overheard snippets of conversations about “the line.” Intrigued, he approached a group of elders who sat on a bench, discussing life’s mysteries. They shared tales of an ancient belief that every person has their place in an invisible line, waiting for their turn to depart from this world.
Samuel couldn’t shake the thought. That evening, as he sat on his porch under the twilight sky, he wondered about his place in “the line.” Did he have many people ahead of him, or was he closer to the front? The uncertainty lingered in his mind like a quiet melody.