Throughout life Time seems to be the only constant, even when met with doubt it proves this idea…time and time again.
Time does not stand still, yet is also never in any hurry but it hates the idea of wasting away most.
When we are young Time is introduced to us. We may even brush it off, dismiss it as tedious at first. In this first act where Time arrives, in its bystander attire, in it’s hands is the moment that we and Time have our meet cute.
Our mistake is thinking Time is as young as we are.
As we grow older, Time draws itself closer to us. We begin to see Time not as an annoyance but an acquaintance. Something that we must acknowledge out of necessity, mostly when a dead line nears.
We grow more and also grow slightly apologetic towards Time. As we understand it not to be so much an irritation but rather a guide who’s patience we hope to one day obtain.
Another stage of growth brings us into frustration. Where we wonder how Time could have lead us so many places that all seemed to have gotten us no where. That patience we once wished for is replaced with contempt. As Time is no longer an ally but a test.
But when we stop growing, once we stop trying to take control of Time, we understand that it is none of the things we said it was while also somehow being all of them. When we finally take some time for ourselves we begin to see Time for what it is, a teacher. A teacher who has always had our best interest in mind, especially when we were heavily intent to lose track of time.
We find we need to take time to appreciate it.
But, in the end we are proven wrong still. Our temporal inquisitiveness had been leading us astray. Once our time has ended, we stand waiting happy to be there in no time at all. And that’s when we realize that Time was never something for us to chase and catch, Time was our guardian the whole way through.
It’s here that Time reveals its hands as it stands beside us, smiling. Realizing we’ve finally figured out what life was all about.
“It’s about time.”