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Why do we keep track of time? When did we start?
Do we do it because we believe it gives us any type of control over it? Because it gives us the illusion of making an impact?
It routinely makes us feel bad as we run out of it. Or superior as we use it better than other people… Despite our best efforts to retain it, it continues to slip through our fingers like water.
Time diminishes. Time enriches. Time drives us on.
Simply by acknowledging it, we give it power over us and prevent ourselves from easily ignoring it ever again.
It smooths. It rages. It leaves jagged edges. It eventually nibbles away at all of us.
We steal it. We borrow. We waste. We spend it wisely or unwell.
It can be joyous. It can be horrible, terrible, awful, and filled with rage. It can be... sublime.

But it is never still. And it continues to exist whether or not we deign to acknowledge it. Irrespective of our wants, wishes, desires or needs.