The time

-You're late.-I said angrily. 

-I'm actually not.-she said, getting comfortable at the armchair. 

-So, why did you wait so long?

She laughed. 

-Why are you so worried about time? In fact, what time really is? Is it worth it, to wait for something that you already know is coming sooner or later? Why don't you just move on? 

I avoided her eyes. I knew she was right, but I didn't want to admit it. 

-Time... Maybe it isn't worth it at all. But we value it too much. 

-Why?-she asked me again with a big smile. 

-Maybe because it runs off too fast and too late at the same time, and that makes us feel helpless at the entire Universe. That's why we hate wait, even when we have not to wait for anything. 

-You really got it.-said the death laughing-Come on. We should go on.