Time is an interesting illusion. It creates the impression of moving forward through life at a certain interval. What is called a second, a minute, an hour, a day, a week, a month, a year… These moments, no matter how big or small, are labeled with a span that is consistent…Well, consistent in terms their definitions. But, definition or not, time has its own ways of moving.
Does every moment feel the same as the next? Does it last as long as its brother?
Is this second the same as the one we are living in now?
Time is a strangely subjective piece of our world. As I’ve written about before and another has described, time is the one thing that guides us, controls us…and yet is not as consistent and constant as we think. What I think of the most are the events in our lives that keep us waiting.
We count down the weeks.
We count down to the days.
We can’t wait or sleep…
What happens every time with waiting? The day arrives. The event may be fun, joyous, unforgettable, speechless–not matter what it turns out to be, it happeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
And then it ends. The next day, what does it feel like? It came and went? Almost as if the waiting was the longest part…and yet one day is 24 hours. If you waited 24 hours and the event was 24 hours…shouldn’t it be the same time for both?
It never feels that way.
There may be other pieces of our lives that keep us in a controlled pattern, but time is the piece of the magic puzzle that you can’t see, touch, breathe…
…and yet without it…
…well, without it…
One thing I do know…there is never enough. I think most would agree.
So while you are looking and trying to find more…Enjoy and Reed.