Day 179: March 14

From the newsdesk...
Time:

(This is something I wrote on the twenty ninth of June, two thousand and twelve, 312 days ago)

Time is the paradox of life. It is fast, yet goes slowly when you're in a very boring board meeting. Time is long, but quite short. It can stretch out for hours; even days on end and it'll feel like a few minutes. Milliseconds, seconds, hours, days, weeks, months and years are how are lives are dictated.

A millisecond won't mean much to an average teenager, but will tell a different story to someone who's just won a silver medal at the Olympic Games.

A second is nothing to a mother, but can be the difference between life and death for a hospital patient.

Time is a mind game. It tricks you, telling you it's been longer or shorter than it actually has. It works in cohorts with the sun, controlling the light in the sky, pretending it's nine o'clock, when in fact it's only seven.

Sometimes the day is too long but when work has got the better of you, you ask the question, "why aren't there more hours in the day?"

Five minutes at the end of a work shift feels like an hour, but to a person at the rear end of their exam, five minutes feels like five seconds.

Time is our enemy, but not using it could be our greatest threat.

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We, as human beings, rely on time to keep us going. It organises us, it lets us do what we want, while we adhere to the guidelines of 24 hours a day, 60 seconds in a minute and 7 days a week.

We base our questions; our existence, around the very fact of time.
Oh what's the time?
When does the bell go?
17 minutes.
This bakes for 33 minutes.

It's our schedule, it's how we as living, breathing humans keep our lives intact.

Some people love the aspect of time and time-keeping and they're the ones who are always punctual; early even. They check their watch every few seconds and tap their wrists, shake their heads and tap their feet. They want people to know that they're on time and the others are late.

Others hate it. They're late to many things and are always getting yelled at by the clock-people. They're chilled and it doesn't matter if they're 5 minutes late. Clocks are there to glance at, if, at one point, they feel interested in knowing the time. But it's not really an important feature in their lives.

Time is one of the those things that while you hate it, you live it too.