Time does not stop. Time has no beginning and no end. Even without defined edges time is not beautiful. You can round its edges and put a face on time just to hear its ticks and tocks and it still remains ugly no matter how you frame it or dress it up; a constant reminder of what you’ve left behind and the tease of what is left to go, unbearably obsessed with never knowing how much.
Time is a fickle thing. You can lose it but you cannot pick it up off of the floor and dust it off like scraps of yourself. You cannot beat the five second rule, you cannot negate lost time. Poof! It’s gone, but it was never really there. Only you were there.
Time controls you, it influences your behavior yet it has no behavior of its own; its elusive, its intangible. Time would not fare well in the physical world, it would be further abused and live under constant assault. Oh, the anger it would cause by its very existence while doing nothing at all; still remain all controlling, manipulative, yet relative to each of its assailants. Conjured up like magic, omnipresent; a dictatorial regime of conformity and domination.
At this moment in time…
Though we will forever try to measure time, adjust it and endure immeasurable failures trying to adapt to it, we’re just tinkering with time as if our constant need to try and control it will somehow change it. We have time yet we don’t own it because without us time still exists. It is everyone’s yet it is no ones and yours is not mine, you cannot have mine but you can be with me as I consume it. Together it will be our time, we can share but we cannot borrow.
Time is its own subculture and I want to rebel against it with a counterculture of time. This uprising will have no meeting request. There will be nowhere to be at some defined time. There will be no reminders. It will not be a factor to an equation; time will not be a number. Time will forever be measured in moments, moments that exist within our mind. There will be no chronological sequence to events, there will only be a void filled sporadically with moments that happened, but when will serve no purpose, have no meaning. These are not our times…these are our moments. Time is not precious, you are.
You are fragile and fractured by time.
Time is not ours to solve so we must solve our relationship with time. My perception of time influences how I feel about time and what place it has in my life. Time is there for me and I don’t need to try to make it something it is not. It is just there. Too many savages endeavor to devour my time, suck it from me like they are feeding upon me. It is their lifeblood and my time is their prey. My essence becomes their immortality. They scoff at my time because theirs has no meaning, but mine keeps them satiated and alive. So now we must live for our time so that it feeds us, and morphs into so many moments. Become the time predators. Don’t allow it to eat you alive, devour it and digest every last piece.
Time is not of the essence. Aristotle taught us that essence makes a substance what it is; it gives it its identity. Essence is but an attribute and time is not of me. I am the substance and I am not made up of time. It may play me like a puppet but while it is touching me, flopping around my mangled form, twisting me and bending me to its will, I cannot touch it back. I want to reach out and grab time and in a stern, lovingly embrace assuring it that I will turn it favorably into moments that I will cherish forever. The immeasurable forever, just moments lasting as long as long can be. They are my moments trapped in space; time is but a figment of my imagination. I believe in time but it does not believe in me and therefore out of respect for us both I can no longer allow time to take away from every precious moment I have forever changed by being unwise with the time that existed in that moment. We can juggle time like a drunken circus clown or we can just exist within it without it determining when we are supposed to be ourselves in a moment that has no beginning and no end. We just are, as is time and we must act accordingly.