Time, so much but so little.
We always quantify time as a definite value, we think of it as something that is measured and quantitative rather than being objectively immeasurable. When we have lots of time on our hands we tend to not be able to realize the value of the time at our hands, when we have very little time we value each and ever second as if it was our last. Bear in mind that I refer to the usage of time in every activity and not just in reference to our time in our lives, however limited. Time as per my limited understanding seems to be a part of our daily lives that is unpredictable, hard to quantify and even hard to affect. Time passes by as an individual identity, hard to influence but independent in its velocity (If that is the way to refer to its passing). In situations where we are not stressed or worried by the hustle and bustle of daily life time passes by on its own accord, at times faster than we can imagine or at times deliberately slow. In situation where we are stressed on the other hand, it passes by with a painful snap with the passage of every moment, it makes us realize that there is a looming threat or deadline of some sort. You may say that this is completely dependent on whether you view the glass as half full or half empty but that's where our views differ. What I ask of you is to think back, think of a time where you were absolutely in a crisis, where time is what you needed but time is what you did not have. Think of how it passed and how in the passage of every moment in particular you felt that you might have utilized it better than you did. In having done so you may see the harsh reality. The human psyche, having been developed in accordance with our barter system, our great economic and educational systems as well tends to focus on what we could do or what we might have done rather than what we did and ho well we did it. This is not a flaw but another piece of the unsolvable puzzle, the puzzle that defines why we think in certain ways and ever why we act in certain ways but furthermore why do we see and experience things the way they are and not in any other way. In reference to my original statement, time that way is absolutely random and its perception changes from person to person, so much so, that I may be under the false presumption that eighteen years of life makes one hardly wise on many matters whilst you may think that even ten years of life make one wise.
Time therefore is not quantifiable as a unit, it is not a number, it is the occurrence of moments such that they define how the next moment and the previous moment will be faced in the future, past and present. No, this is not a joke or a science fiction movie quote. Think deeper and you will see that the way you use every second does invariably define how you use the next one and view the previous one, your constantly thinking mind tries to re-assure you that you have done right or even wrong in order to influence the next seconds that you experience such that 86,400 such seconds go on in one day. In a year, 31,546,000 seconds pass by, leading to infinite futures, pasts and present scenarios that vary from absolute to indefinable levels. In my life this far, I have experienced 575,664,428 seconds of that very nature to this very moment right now. What does this mean then? It means that my life is not just a set of numbers, it has been fast and slow, boring and fun, happy and sad in the very space of these somewhat unreliably quantified digits. Therefore, time as a whole is much more than numbers and much less than what we think it is.
Here's one of my favorite pieces of poetry on the subject of time, I hope you see what I see when I read the same sentences pieced together to change a perception.
"The golden pendulum sways methodically
Demanding thought and respect for an action that should not be
As the clock ticks, time passes unnoticed
By those who are consumed to overflowing
Patience, a quality once prevalent, is in want
Whirls of color blur past, rendezvous at the grave; too late
Too late to appreciate the simplicities
Too late to appreciate the sensations; enveloping at every turn, breath
Born, live, die...Born, live, die
The pinkness of a newborn, the healthy glow of success, the grayish, earthy tint of death
As we transition through shades, our life shortens with each turn of the color wheel
Not enough time, never enough time
Float on the clouds, paint the skies, glide down a rainbow
Pause and breathe in the elements
A pendulum's movement is not altered by one's inability to observe the fragility that is humanity
Let each tick...tock define a moment cherished, unforgotten, frozen in time "
-Tick...Tock by Cassandre Smith
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