The essence of time
The hands of time are most probably one of the most precious things in life that I always seem to overlook. Ever since I knew what time was and how to properly tell it (which I still have problems with to this day) I have hated it because it gave a sense of emptiness and something that seemed to waste away when nothing happened, yet it gave the sense of wholeness when I was happy and enjoying myself. Then there is the sense of time where there is abundance and a diminished supply (sorry, no other word could come to my head). When we have an abundance of time we, or I myself tend to put things aside, forget about them, and let time tick away until that moment where I don’t have time, and everything seems to go in different directions.
For me, time has taken away a lot of what I use to see in people more so than anything else. I guess, we always look back on time and see what could have been this way or that, but as I realized a long time ago, time never stops for me and for anyone else for that matter. Come to think of it, I have read a lot of stuff on time. Stuff being books and magazines and whatever. Well I know that I can not change time, and can not go back in time or forwards to change my past for future. I guess we can only make choices based on the time given to us. (lord of the rings :P) But still…time that passed and time come. To bad time can’t stand still, for just one second.
The hands of time are most probably one of the most precious things in life that I always seem to overlook. Ever since I knew what time was and how to properly tell it (which I still have problems with to this day) I have hated it because it gave a sense of emptiness and something that seemed to waste away when nothing happened, yet it gave the sense of wholeness when I was happy and enjoying myself. Then there is the sense of time where there is abundance and a diminished supply (sorry, no other word could come to my head). When we have an abundance of time we, or I myself tend to put things aside, forget about them, and let time tick away until that moment where I don’t have time, and everything seems to go in different directions.
For me, time has taken away a lot of what I use to see in people more so than anything else. I guess, we always look back on time and see what could have been this way or that, but as I realized a long time ago, time never stops for me and for anyone else for that matter. Come to think of it, I have read a lot of stuff on time. Stuff being books and magazines and whatever. Well I know that I can not change time, and can not go back in time or forwards to change my past for future. I guess we can only make choices based on the time given to us. (lord of the rings :P) But still…time that passed and time come. To bad time can’t stand still, for just one second.
