Time, or at least what is it to me.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
9:13 PM
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Time. To some people, it is merely something that goes by, unseen by human eyes, intangible to our senses, something ephemeral, a matter of little consequence. To others, it is something that can be measured by hours, minutes, seconds, years. Some think it can be saved, just like money in a bank, others philosophize on it.
But if you think about it, what really is time?
To me, time is immeasurable. It is not quantifiable, nor can any definition cover what it really means. You can never measure something that is intangible. When we say we measure time, it is not time that we actually quantify, it is just the duration of it. As the song goes, “How do you measure, measure a year?”
Although time is immeasurable, you can feel it passing by. Time flies. Time flies when you’re doing something – it just passes by you without you actually realizing it. Time flies when you sleep. It’s like the wind; you cannot see it, but you can feel it.
Time dies, but not in the literal sense, just like the wind. It eventually weakens, but it is still there. It dies when we have nothing to do, dies when we waste opportunities. It dies when you feel that the world is conspiring against you, and you’re about to burst. It dies when you feel lonely, and you don’t know what to do.
But the fact remains that whatever we do about it, time will always be there. It is a constant force in nature, a force that was there right from the beginning, and will be here until everything just falls apart. Or not.
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