Time

Still, something is slipping away and I can't hold it back. Things are changing, relationships are evolving and I can't stop anything. What society has conceived to measure the duration of each breath, each lifespan, each human construction through the ages, it is a constant unstoppable force. An evolution in which we are but a moment in a finite cycle that is so long, no human mind can even begin to contemplate it. And meanwhile here we are, putting labels on the hours of our day. Getting bored, suggesting that an event was "wasted time" or that an evening "flew by". We imagine a relative passage of time, assigning a speed to our own construct, assigning emotions to the moments dear to us. Imagining the important ones are "slipping away". But everything has it's course. The seasons come and go, and so shall we. And so I don't know what to look forward to anymore. I can't say if I'm late or  I'm early. I don't know how to decide what matters and what doesn't. And I don't think time will tell.