I have such a fascination with time. The way it ticks at a consistent pace, slowing up for nothing and no one. Its covert manner flying under the radar yet still in full control of its petty slaves. We are all slaves. I suppose.
I typically appreciate the structure and routine of time. Just like with sleep I try to push the boundary however far too often am I left scolded as the flames creep up. Each tick of the clock pushing us bit by bit further. Some of us into the pits of Hell. Others onto new chapters.
A minute ago it was still March. Then I blinked and the next moment I am physically standing right here in May. The month of Mayhem. Never mind that my thoughts and mindset seem to have missed the trip and still remain. I let time get the better of me. That sly little snake slithered past so soft I didn’t even hear the clock strike once. Or perhaps I was so caught up in avoiding a face to face meeting with time I forgot that it shows no mercy. No matter how high I pull the sheets over my head.
Time to me is authority. Its controlling and unlike our year 9 maths teacher does not offer extensions on homework or show empathy for perfectly executed excuses. I like to squeeze the most out of time, yet carry on in a way that seems I'm not fussed by the consequences of rebellion. I'm trying to think about a time when I arrived more than 5 minutes before the train departs the station. There's just something so satisfying about setting your sights on the platform and falling into the carriage just seconds before the door shuts you off. It could reflect a drive for challenge and success. But I'm thinking its got more to do with pure adrenaline.
And now as TIME is finally running dry, and we prepare to chase some good TIMEs in another TIME zone, I realise that there's no way I'm going to finish off my to do list and still have TIME to fly off into the night. Oh well, I guess I can do it some other TIME.
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