Written by Robert Walker
There’s lots of it and at times there’s not enough, it goes fast it goes slow and then at times it doesn’t move at all.
Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events that occur in an apparently irreversible succession from the past, through the present, into the future. … Time in physics is operationally defined as “what a clock reads”.
Time has it all.
And countless others that all fall into this foray of existence that we call life.
At times we call time.
To stop and evaluate, but time goes on regardless with no inkling of an idea that it’s even there, it just continues to be there in it’s all encompassing never endingness.
Time is a constant.
One of the only constants that we constantly have, and in it’s own unique way it seals our existence and gives us the time to do whatever it is that we find ourselves doing.
We know about time and at the same time we can be oblivious to it.
We can feel it, sense it and be crushed by it. It can help us and it can hinder us and while all this is going on it keeps moving on. Tick by Tock, tick tock.
Time is a healer, it’s a great forgiver, it’s a very fine line and it has by the balls.
Time can be our friend and it can be our foe and at times it can be both.
We need time and at the same time we can want it to go away.
This time, these times, those times. All time in the making as it passes by, tick tock tick tock.
Our time differs from person to person. Mine right now is slow and steady yet at some point in the day it will speed up and I’ll have no time.
Time can be like a space walk through a vector of ever changing altitudes and cambres, it’s us who have learnt to stay upright and stable. If we don’t get a handle on time it can and will trip us up and knock us down.
In the space of time we can find ourselves happy and content, waiting for a time and in other times when there’s nothing to wait for time can feel like a weight, a hindrance and it can hurt.
Where does time come from and why is it there? And how can it touch us like it doesn’t care?
Without time we couldn’t live.
We’d be stuck in the Doldrums like a ship at sea that couldn’t move.
All the time in the world they say when things are going well, yet there’s times when we all feel like we’re going right through hell.
It takes, it gives, it tears us apart. It builds, it shapes in all of it’s wonder and it persists like nothing else.
Time is that time when you know that it’s there. For what would we be without time?