Observing Time...

Time What is it? Time... Is it just a linear progression of a sequence of events in the order they occur in? Or is it that its just past and future? Or is it something that should matter? Why should it? It is too evanescent to deserve my acknowledgment. It comes and goes without my permission, And I am always behind, keeping up, even when I simply cannot anymore. Why do I always find myself trying to beat Time. I love time. It is reliable enough to ensure bad times to pass. I hate time. It turns the best moments of reality, into past dreams of vague memories full of bliss. Time is not trustworthy. It will make you dread the end of good times. It will make you be impatient at times of challenges. It will hang above you and smirk at your stupidity. At your stupidity of falling into the same trap, time after time. The trap of believing, Time will give you everything, The past and the future. But it will never give you the present, the gift of living in the moment. But that's not the case. Time is powerful. But the concept of "present" is in your power. Once you conquer your power, the all powerful Time, Will step down and feel cornered by your resistance of it's never faltering trap. Can you imagine a world without time? No, neither can I.

"This Is My Story" - Ben Breedlove Flash Card Video [Part 1 & 2]