Time

A continuous force that never seems to stop even when you wish it to the most. A continuous force that shapes the world around us, moving even the simplest forms of life. What we perceive as time differs from body to body, mind to mind, but we all somehow agreed that time itself exists within a plain of living  that we can not obtain with our bare hands. From the moments we wish for time to move faster to the moments where we need it to move slower, we just never seem to be happy with time offers. We are constantly at the mercy of time, forced to move with its pace. 

I often think about the phrase ‘time waits for no one but time itself’, and I often think about who came up with it. The question of why can’t time wait pops into mind followed by what happens if it waits? Has time ever waited? These questions then lead me into a section of my brain to think about what I define as time. If we all have the same definition of time maybe that’s why we are all always struggling, maybe that’s why I struggle. I fester within the wounds caused by time, but time has done nothing but move on at its pace. It’s own constant pace that is neither moving too fast or too slow. What is my time? How would I define it? I wouldn’t be able to tell you an exact definition, I would be able to tell you how I spend it: days on end thinking about what has gone wrong in my life, weeks on end wondering if I can do better for myself and others, months on end wishing to find time. Of course, those are just the abstracts and existential crisis thoughts, but, to be honest, I have found they take up most of my time. I view this allotment of time to be a hindrance to my existence: Why waste so much time on needless thoughts? Why this? Why that? It is just a constant cycle of whys– and because of the sheer amount of time I have had to think about these questions over and over again the thought becomes; Does that make the questions the conclusion? 

Maybe if I spend more time thinking about time I will figure it out. The true answer.  That is if I don’t run out of it.