Time, a concept marked by passing moments. Before am and pm…before noon and night. Time was understood differently by every human in every part of the world. Time to take the cows to graze, time to fetch water, time to pray, time to plant and time to harvest. The passage and completion of routines marked by weathered bodies and wrinkled skin. Everything holds true within the constructs of existence. A moment is eternity and eternity a moment. Time an illusion and existence a series of causations, each moment building up to another moment, independent of oscillating quartz watches and clocks or mainspring movements. These are just markers of our shifting between states of being.
Much of the universe is a mystery to me. Each thing an antithesis of the next. A haphazard collection of paradoxes. In all truth, I cannot claim to know everything. I only know what I know and even the variables that drive me to solid conclusions change every so often that it is pointless to stand so firmly, rooted within particular perspectives. Everything around us is made up of fragments of perspectives from a myriad of people, colliding into one solid reality. All held together by time. An aide to help us remember and pinpoint moments within eternity. Like numbers on a page in this book called life. Time is an aspect that never runs out, she is a constant that helps us fit puzzle pieces together.
She, our closest friend yet perceived as our great enemy. Maybe it’s because she represents the changing nature of being. The constantly evolving state of the universe. She represents the finiteness of the moments we hold so dear in our hearts. A reminder of our duty to the weavings of the universe, she represents the moments where we lose our glory, where we lose the things that we fight to hold. We barely notice her when we are immersed in happiness but when the sadness comes, time seems to drag on. How lonely it must be to be time. But you see, the tides must always change for the universe to exist. All must be lost to be found again. Everything must move and shift even the cells and particles that make up our own body. Nothing ever truly stays the same. We must evolve, and that evolution, that changing of the tides and shifting of moments will be marked by time, a constant that holds all the memories of the things we are so quick to forget.