Time is a funny thing isn’t it?
Always elusive; intangible and present.
Always continuing, despite the moments that feel too long and the years that pass too quickly.
It amazes me how long a minute can be and how short a month is.
It does not stop its steady pace, often conflicting with our own perception of significant moments.
I am sometimes lost between fleeting moments of beauty and impossibly long moments of difficulty.
Emotions can work like a time machine, as anniversaries of events can transport us back and make us feel that we are reliving it.
That’s what deja vu is isn’t it? The reliving of a memory except it’s time travel going forward, remembering something you have not yet encountered.
Time is a schedule, a measure, a constant count.
Time itself never changes, but it has the ability to change everything.
And that is the fallacy of time; for in its essence of consistency, it never accounts for the ways it stands still, moves too fast, and transports us back.