Time

Time is something I write about a lot. Time is standing still. Time is flying by.

There's never enough time.

Time is a construct of our own mind.

It lives only in perception. Created to help keep track of what a day is and to separate it from the last.

It's a new day.

If only yesterday.

There's always tomorrow.

But that isn't true, is it?

Tomorrow only exists in your mind. You could walk outside in an hour and get hit by a car on the way to the grocery store. And then people may say, "It's not fair, it was too soon. We wish we had more time."

More time. As if it's something that can be acquired and bargained for. I think what people really mean to say is, "I wish I hadn't wasted the time I had."

Time can be a warden of the prison in your mind,

the kind that traps you inside memories,

the memories that trap you inside your pain,

the pain that replays the memories of things you wish you could change; mistakes you've made, people you miss,

and oh, how you reminisce. But what if tomorrow doesn't exist?

Take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.

Time just is. And you are here. Now. In this moment.

What will you do with it?