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[hydroperox]

“I’ve always figured the notion of time always meant one of three things to someone and everyone at all times. Doesn’t matter who, where, or what they are. It doesn’t even matter when they were. Time’s always been something. So with that said (written), time can be a good thing. Something helping you. . Something that you want. People are always planning things ahead. If it’s something you’re looking forward to, you wish your time away. Doing paltry nothings to keep you busy while you wait. For example, take children in December. Hell, even as early as October. As soon as Halloween ends, they begin writing up their Christmas lists to Santa and nagging at their parents to assemble the winter decorations. While they wait, they teach themselves carols and wish for snow and wonder what St. Nicholas will bring them this year. They know they’ve been good children. They very much squander their time waiting for something months away. They lose time willingly. So the fact that time is escaping them is a good thing. They’re comfortable in the fact that seconds count down minutes, minutes hours, hours days, days weeks, and so on because time’s not waiting for them and they know it. Those same, wonderful passing seconds could also be, at the same time, an omen. A foreboding reminder of things to come. Time can be something you don’t want to lose. As grim and as painful as some may see it, time counts us down to our deaths while we can’t do anything to prevent it. Another view of time as being a bad thing is Chronophobia. Chronophobia is a persistent fear of time. It causes those afflicted to have shortness of breath, anxiety attacks… So in a way it’s already prevented them from living life in the first place because they are always in fear of time. Ironically, having no time for anything else. This aspect of time is terribly sad and I believe I’ve already dwelled on it too long. But of that I cannot be sure, because I, like a fair share of the earth’s population, feel that time means nothing. Nothing. I cannot being myself to resist time. I cannot bring myself to accept time so readily, wishing it away. I just live. Happy in the notion that I am alive. That I can look forward to my next second, and my next, and my next… I am also happy that I can, when I wish, to revisit my past in a moment through my memory, or, in an identical moment, wonder about the future. Most of the while, people aren’t aware of time. Those who are…are simply wasting it.

“Time is time; after all, it waits for no one.”