I can always tell when a great deal of time has passed, when the billboard at the petrol station I pass on my way to school changes. This gives me an indication that since the cherry ripe billboard was replaced by an advertisement for a milky beverage, I have had a picnic at a friend’s house, finished a science presentation on the nautilus, and attended a pool party. It measures progress, and what has happened in a time period. Everyone has their own personal way of measuring how much time has passed, whether it be counting the weeks since you had a major experience or noting how tall the grass in your backyard has gotten.
Every civilisation has some device of method for recording time – modern civilisations use clock’s whose ticking hands that portray seconds, minutes and hours, while native tribesmen might use sun solaces or structures which resemble stone henge. Time is inevitable. It is one of those guaranteed things – like death, which is the only promised destiny for every living thing – that no matter what happens to the Earth of the people on it, time will keep passing, moving forward into the next days and weeks to come and leaving the past behind it. This leaves us two options, to either dwell on the past and whinge about “what could have been”, or to move on and look at the bigger picture. Dwelling is a waste of time as once you have dedicated those free moments to worrying, which could have been spent on something more worthwhile, you can never have that time again.
Time is precious because you can forget how little of it you actually have. Think of time as a highway, with all of us racing along it like cars, all moving towards the darkest destination of all and not bothering to slow down, because we can’t, as life has reached full speed and there are no moments to stop and rest. Have you ever had a sick day spent at home, sniffling and spluttering on the couch, armed with a stack of movies and a box of tissues? Then you reach that stage where the only thing you want is to return to normal health, lying on the couch in anticipation of recovery. It is times like those when you realise how many hours there are in a day, really, it is just up to you as to how you want to spend them.
Every civilisation has some device of method for recording time – modern civilisations use clock’s whose ticking hands that portray seconds, minutes and hours, while native tribesmen might use sun solaces or structures which resemble stone henge. Time is inevitable. It is one of those guaranteed things – like death, which is the only promised destiny for every living thing – that no matter what happens to the Earth of the people on it, time will keep passing, moving forward into the next days and weeks to come and leaving the past behind it. This leaves us two options, to either dwell on the past and whinge about “what could have been”, or to move on and look at the bigger picture. Dwelling is a waste of time as once you have dedicated those free moments to worrying, which could have been spent on something more worthwhile, you can never have that time again.
Time is precious because you can forget how little of it you actually have. Think of time as a highway, with all of us racing along it like cars, all moving towards the darkest destination of all and not bothering to slow down, because we can’t, as life has reached full speed and there are no moments to stop and rest. Have you ever had a sick day spent at home, sniffling and spluttering on the couch, armed with a stack of movies and a box of tissues? Then you reach that stage where the only thing you want is to return to normal health, lying on the couch in anticipation of recovery. It is times like those when you realise how many hours there are in a day, really, it is just up to you as to how you want to spend them.
Like the weather, time is really something as it is one of the few things that no matter whom you are, or how much wealth or power you have, you cannot alter it. It is funny how time works, that when you are in a hurry to be somewhere, time works against you and moves quicker, just to make you more stressed and arrive later. Or otherwise, time moves slower when you are lying awake at night, in anticipation for the excitement that tomorrow will bring. It appears that time can change people, ageing them physically, or maturing them emotionally, yet time seems to have brought about changes in the blink of an eye, but it only seems this way when we take a moment to reflect back at how life once was, and that is when we notice the changes, which in reality took years that took much time.
