Dear Princess Celestia, this week I have learnt that time is a most elusive thing.
How it may be slow as a snail, or may roar by one like the wind.
How it will always be there, in all its forms and will always be there to help us, and destroy us, make us laugh and make us cry.
Many years have gone by, I realise, that I cannot remember and with that I also think about all the months and days that have gone with it.
I am not writing this with a heavy heart nor I'm a wishing to be granted any kind of wisdom from it, I am simply writing this to ask you this: How does it feel to have as much time as you do?
I mean I have lived for such a short span of time compared to you, and yet I've had so much time with my friends and family, so many times have I laughed and cried and equally have I wonderd and seen.
I got so much ahead of me, this I know, but still, just still it feels like if I have wasted this much now, what will happen to everything ahead of me?
Will I forget as equally then as now?
I do wish that your wisdom may grant me an answer or two, but for now, let me tell you why I'm thinking this way.
The other day me Rarity, Rainbow Dash and I decided to visit Canterlot, Fluttershy, AppleJack and Pinkie Pie were far too busy to accompany us.
Rainbow wanted to go to some interview the Wonder Bolts and Rarity ran off to some famous tailor.
So there I stood, with my shadow in the greatest city in all of Equestria and not a clue what do to next.
I decided to do somesightsing´, with other words I went to the Great Library.
Or atleast that was my plan but on the way there I saw something, I saw the entrance to the Magic Kindergarten.
At first I hessitated because so many years had passed since I last saw my former teachers and walked the halls and rooms of this great building.
But I went in.
It all looked the same on the outside but on the inside I could barely tell what was up from what was down; so much had changed.
The halls had been repainted it seemed atleast a dozen times, and all the beanches had been replaced by a great fountain in the middle of the entrance and above it hanged a great fireball which before was located in the highest tower in the school.
So much had changed, and yet it feelt like I was here just last month.
I enjoyed the new look overall, seemed much more, royal and magical in a certain way and I even saw two of my old classmates there as apprentice teachers.
I had no intent so speak with anyone whilst I was there because I was simply dropping in, but I wanted to see so much! my old class room, my old gymnastic hall and even the cafeteria!
But as I was slowly making my way through all the students I found my old class room, where I learnt to levitate objects, where I learnt to spell and read, where I developed my love and passion for magic, and first truly believed I was special!
It was empty, except in the corner where I saw a most curious sight, a small colt trying to turn a page in a book laying on the ground in front of him.´
Hello there!´
He looked startled at me, and asked me who I was, I, for some reason, did not respond with my name instead I said:That look's pretty though, you need help with it?´
Do you know how to turn a page?´ he said.
Well of course I do,´ trying to look as confident as I possibly could.
It was easy to trun a page, but to actually teach someone it?
I sat down besides him and went over the theoretical part, how he was not meant to focus on the page itself but the air around it to make it move and with it and so the page would follow.
I took me alot of explaning to do, and it was starting to get to my nerves that he was unable to move a page, such a simple task, but then he finally moved it, or it did just barely move, and I think the wind did the final push which made it turn, be he turned a page.
And I have never seen such joy in someponies eyes before for compelting, a page turn.
He thanked me and ran out of the class room, with a smile on his face which to me seemed to last forever, cheering as he went.
I was baffeld but then I had to remember the time, how much time had that kid learning that one thing taken from me?
Were I late for the train to Ponyville?
Had I enough time to visit the library?
All of these things flew through my head but as they did I saw a faint memory, a memory of a filly, sitting in that class room trying to turn a page, using all of her powers to do so, but failed each time.
And I realised that it wasn't a month that had passed since last time I was here, it was YEARS.
Some years which are completly alien to me and some which feels like it was last week.
That I had once had troubles turning a page, and now I was the student of the princess herself!
I mean, time is something which we all know off, and yet it seems so distant sometimes, and does everyone feel this way or is it simply me being crazy?
I have so many questions now, but what I feel is most urgent is to ask you these things; how does it feel to have unlimited time?
I only got a certain amount but you, you got as much time as you'd like, how does that feel?
And how does time change things?
Is it really time or is it us, the beings living inside the realm of time and its existence?
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
