Recently been thinking about this one word: time.
The mysteries of time. It's something that we can't grasp hold of, and it slips away.. seconds by seconds. When they say, to cherish your time, to make full use of the time you have. What does it really mean? What does it mean to live time to the fullest? If this very second doesn't come again, what can we do to really 'hold' time?
This 'time', it makes up our whole life. Our everything depends on it. But yet.. When we go to heaven one day, time is eternity and it doesn't matter as much anymore.
Sometimes I stop and wonder, where did all the time go? It's scary sometimes knowing that you can't control time, and yet it steals away everything from you. Precious memories, precious people, precious moments. And all it becomes... some fragments of our memory, and we try to connect them together to remember and remind ourselves of how we felt back then.
And how would time be like if we've lived time without emotions? Ultimately, what makes time important? Is it the emotions and experiences that we associate with it?
Sometimes I stop and wonder, where did all the time go? It's scary sometimes knowing that you can't control time, and yet it steals away everything from you. Precious memories, precious people, precious moments. And all it becomes... some fragments of our memory, and we try to connect them together to remember and remind ourselves of how we felt back then.
And how would time be like if we've lived time without emotions? Ultimately, what makes time important? Is it the emotions and experiences that we associate with it?
Quoting a para from a book I'm reading: "We live in time - it holds us and moulds us - but I've never felt I understood it very well. And I'm not referring to theories about how it bends and doubles back, or may exist elsewhere in parallel versions. No, I mean ordinary, everyday time, which clocks and watches assure us passes regularly: tick-tock, click-clock. Is there anything more plausible than a second hand? And yet it takes only the smallest pleasure or pain to teach us time's malleability. Some emotions speed it up, others slow it down; occasionally, it seems to go missing - until the eventual point when it really does go missing, never to return."
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