What's The Time?

Time.

Noun - The indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

Verb – Plan, schedule, or arrange when (something) should happen or be done.

Synonyms – age, season, epoch, hour, term, date, era

Or so it is defined by Google. But time is not just simply that. Time is more. Time is the thing we love but the thing we also fear. It is what we need but not always what we want. It contorts itself, swimming all around us in our minds, in our soul. Time can end up being our greatest friend or our worst enemy.

Time is a beauty. As she wraps her delicately pressed arms around you, you become encompassed in her; suffocating yourself in all her wonder. You realize that you can’t get enough, you want more. And then not just more. You want it all. You want all the time you can possibly have, spending it as you please. Whether you need more time to work, more time with a loved one, more time in your day, you eat it all up. Time feeds your intense hunger, but never truly satisfies. You get lost in yourself, lost in time, until at the end of the day, you are just lost. Time constantly gives, but at a cost.

Time is a curse. With her powerful rage and deep fury, time can leave us at a state of perplexity. Just as she can give you time, she can also take it away. She can grab those precious moments right out of your hands, pull them back and keep them as her own. She can have you begging on your knees, degrading yourself to petty and unworthy. She can speed up time when you don’t seem to have enough, all while laughing down on you wearing her cruel smile. Time can come to haunt you, lurking around every corner unable to escape this life full of misery. Time will relentlessly ruin your life, making you forever wishing you never had an encounter with her. Time is destruction.

Time is a burden. Sometimes she gives you more than you need, more than you want. At times you wish you had less just to get to whatever is next. She can make minutes feel like hours, hours feel like days, and days feel like years. You want to get away but you can’t. You’re stuck playing this idiotic game with her, stuck withering away. And just when you thought she’s gone, she’s back again giving more time to waste. Time is an encumbrance.

Time can be a helping hand or a villain to escape. At one time or another she will be both to you. Time is always there, ever-changing and unexplainable. Time is a mysterious being; nothing is ever truly known about her. While half the world wishes they had more of her and the other wishes they didn’t, in the end what she does is her decision.  Time is much more than that simple Google definition. Time is a mythical being unlike any other, who is always with you no matter what.