Time

I’ve always liked to talk about time. A lot of times (no puns intended) really. There’s just something about it that piques a part of the mind that – in normal circumstances – lays dormant. What is time? Who defined it? What to do with it? Possibilities for questions are boundless as they are endless. Much like time itself.

One has to consider the very real and visceral fact that, to put it simply, time flies. Time is the constant in all of life’s equations. It’s the one thing that has to be included whether you want to or not. Although a constant, time never really stops. Which makes it all that more fascinating. It’s always on the move and you can never really catch up to it. Once it passes you by, that’s it. You can neither turn back nor look forwards. All you do then is stand there with a blank stare wondering, what happened? Where did that moment in time go? I guess that’s why people like saying things like “seize the moment” or “capture the moment”. All nonsensical really. All you’re really doing is using up the time given to accomplish what you set out to do, never really realizing, when you so call “seize the moment” it has already passed.

In one’s life, there can never be enough time. There’s never a moment that someone actually does have enough of anything really. Especially time. Which for me, I find strange. Lately, I’ve had a lot of time on my hands. So much so, that I cannot begin to grasp the concept of time anymore. It’s mind boggling to think that before, I wanted time. Time off. Time to relax. Time to catch up. Time to spend. Now that I have been given time, I cannot figure out what to do with it. I spend it walking aimlessly,using that precious time to waste the time of others. Why? You tell me. I am still trying to work out what I’ve been doing and what I can possibly achieve with it.

Time is fleeting. It’s high time I realized it. Instead of dawdling and idling in the past, I should use the time given best I can. Do what needs doing and remember that one day, there will be no more time left for me spend. Claw and scrape I much as I would, there will never be more and it what little I have left then, is not enough.

So precious is time…