Time is abstract - A construction of humankind. It does not exist outside of us. It is merely a way to measure the gap between birth and death, to parcel it into neat, tidy sections as we travel through our lives.
Time is motion - it is measured by revolutions of the earth, orbits around the sun, beats of the heart. It is constant and irreversible. Graying hair and aching bones reminding us that it is, above all, limited.
Time is relative - It seems like yesterday that I was in my early 20's, with my whole life in front of me. 5 hours shovelling mulch from the back of a dumptruck into wheelbarrows in a cold rain seems like an eternity.
Time passes, quickly or slowly, depending on our perspective. Our attempts to mark time, to trap time, to explain or define time, are merely rages against the dying of the light.
Time does not march on, but we do. To what or when is up to us. Time is not precious, but life is, so live it well, before your time is up.
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