Time, hmmm… I once heard someone say: “Why should an invention like time control my life?” Interesting. At first, most of us would probably agree.
But I’ve thought about this… hmmm… this dimension for a few hours. A few hours that proved to me how deeply important it really is.
You might expect something about productivity — waking up early, doing more, planning carefully, reaching goals. OK, that’s true too — and my thoughts are partly about goals, but also about inner peace.
How does that connect with time? Simply. Imagine being at work, overwhelmed, exhausted, your body tired, your mind collapsing under pressure. What’s the one thing that saves you from falling apart? That sentence… Just one more hour. Time. A giant that gives us calm when nothing else can.
Or picture something else — a milestone in life. Only three more months and I’ll be holding the person I love. Half a year more until retirement. Two months until Christmas. Time. In these moments, it wears the name hope.
Something else? Our second anniversary. Our love has lasted two years. I don’t even know how those five years at university passed. Hmmm… our little one is already a year old. In those moments, time becomes happiness.
She ran it in fifty seconds. From zero to a hundred in just three and a half. Pride, confidence, and so many other feelings exist only because we know what time is.
I have time… I’ll rest for a bit. Could we truly allow ourselves that rest without time? Yes? Even without the feeling that something bad might come after? Probably not.
A watch — such a meaningless accessory. A bracelet filled with tiny pieces, repeating the same motion endlessly. What is it really for? Do we wear that piece of metal just because? I don’t know… maybe more of us see in time all the things that I do. Maybe people used to see it that way, too. I don’t know, maybe it just slipped into the subconscious part of our minds. In the end — like everything important — it sinks into silence with time.
Be that as it may — I’m happy we have time.