It's the shortest, yet longest four letter word that could exist. It means nothing, yet, it means all to anything and everything. It is an ephemeral eternity. The complication of this simple word is beyond me. Is it simple? Isn't it more complicated than we anticipate? Bear with me!
We do everything accordingly to time. One has to wait a certain age to do a certain thing, while having absolutely no control over time. One normally waits for the "right" time to divulge some heavy news. Hell, they even do it for the joyful news.
Is there truly a "right" time to do and say things? Is it really the "wrong" time to tell or do something? Is time righteous? If everything in your life crumbles upon you simultaneously, is it the "right" time because you're at a certain age and point in your life? Or is it the "wrong" time for those particular events to correlate? There certainly isn't a "right" time to die. It just happens. Consequently, why do we hold such a grudge against time when we spend so much time nurturing it?
Don't mistake! Time is precious, but does it truly mean everything to us? What about the things we're missing out on because of our perception of time? We most definitely can't hold it back; yet, we wish upon stars and the galaxy that we could turn it back. We also spend a vast amount of it dwelling.
What's time to you? Is it the years you sit to wait for Mrs. Right? Is it the period you patiently wait for your offspring to come out of the womb? Is it the constant "tic toc" of a clock/watch? Is it truly contained? From when the sun rises and sets? From the digit swaps on your phone? From the hand movement of your watch? From the moment you fall asleep and wake up? Is there more definition to time than we anticipate? Oh, wait! Is time money? If so, do we spent it the same way? Should we spend our time the same way that we spend our money?
_Nephtalie