Today

Passing what we call "time" can be something very difficult. I was recently introduced to the idea that "time" doesn't move, only we do. With that in mind, one might be able to conclude that "time" is just creation of man. Its clear that the clock is, and that people like to have a way of "controlling" the moments that pass us by, but the reality is that there is no difference between the "minutes" in which I write this, to those in which it its read. Just what we do with them. The only measures of "time" that are not merely conceptual are the cycles of the planets, but they don't seem to offer us enough accuracy in the recording of a day, let alone a lifetime. We need to record every rotation of our planet with the ticking of a watch, and every orbit of the Sun gets the next number in a potentially endless sequence. There are also "months", with individual names, but they are such an abstract way of dividing the year that they are physically undefinable.

With these measures we try to take control of every instant, constantly conscious of those we have already lived, but taking for granted the unknown and finite amount to come. We all need to act more on the idea that this day is not a "minor, insignificant preamble to something else". It is more "time" gone. An opportunity we will never have again. It must be exploited to it's fullest. Learning, enjoying, experimenting. A priceless commodity. A non-replenishable resource that could run out when we least expect it. "Time" is not here to be passed. "Time" is here to be lived.