Timeless times

“Be back by 6”, my mum would say as I would run out of the back door after having completed my homework, (to think of it now) bizarre self invented games and evening snacks. “Okay”, I would mutter and run to call my friends out of their houses.Did I even know what 6 o clock meant, though? Another phenomenon that would always amuse me was that of alarms. They were to be set and they would go off accordingly. Oh the mysteries of childhood! Digital watches were a major savior in the first few years of relatively sane childhood. And then I learnt the ways of the clock! “60 seconds in a minutes, 60 minutes in an house. Hour hand on 1 and minute hand on 12; 1 o clock!”, I had mastered the art of reading time. Or had I? Have any of us ever?

The concept of time confuses me. We own it and yet we don’t. Some of us have plenty of it and some of us have none of it. And that again, is just a matter of time. The things that we most want to do seem to be very conveniently feasible when we’re caught with other tasks and they’re simply impossible to accomplish when we have all the time in the world.We’re told to optimize our utilization of time and told that it is all a matter of our priorities. Well, it is, isn’t it? Or is it?

Time has a beautiful way of showing us what really matters to us and what doesn’t. Time changes people and people change with time. Theory of relativity can indeed be best defined with time; Time runs when you’re doing what you love and time simply doesn’t move when you need to get out of an undesirable situation.

We’re all supposed to be engineers, artists and architects of our own destiny and we most definitely are. And yet, time has its own slimy ways to creep in and tell us stories that can be read only when they arrive at our footstep. You make time and time makes you, its not an or. Times guides us to write our own stories and then narrates it back to us. That’s the beauty of it.

Time

Till next time,

Make time 🙂