Time

Time is a beast like no other. It moves, unimpeded, uncaring of those around it. Untouched by anyone and anything, time is the unstoppable force with no immovable object to cease its advance. While time can't be stopped, a moment in time can be captured. Pictures and memories allow us to look back and see what time used to be, nostalgia often washing over us as we do this.

However, time makes me feel helpless. It keeps moving without consideration, leaving me in its wake to eat dust. Drowning in the waves, I lose control, time and life alike, slipping away from reach.

I feel that control is synonymous with time. When in control of your life, time doesn't feel like an unstoppable beast. Instead it feels like a companion that guides you through your day, helping you to complete your tasks and responsibilities.

Control is a difficult idea. It is slippery like ice, sliding away from your grasp like friction does not exist. When not in control, time becomes the untameable, unstoppable beast that stops at nothing to move forward.

Who knows why time is an untamable beast. Even when in control of life, time gives off the aura that time isn't even in control of itself. Like a junkie searching for another fix, time doesn't stop. It keeps moving, unhindered by its surroundings.

Oftentimes, people will compare life to a game. You go through completing various objectives; going to school, getting a job, getting married, having/adopting kids, retiring. I believe this comparison is nonsensical. In a game, time is relative. You can move at your own pace, without concern for anything going on around you. Time can be pushed back if you make a mistake. Even the people around you can have their actions undone if you decide you don't like them.

Life isn't anything like this due to the presence of raw, unhindered, unadulterated time. Nothing can stop it, nothing can slow it, nothing can reverse it. It progresses like the unceasing waves, beating against the shore and eroding away the sand.

However, this comparison isn't completely wrong. When I have felt in control of my life, time has felt like a helpful companion as mentioned before, guiding me through my day. When in control of life, it can feel like a game as time moves. You feel as if you are progressing as time does, moving with the waves rather than them beating against you and eroding away your sanity.

Time moves, unstopping, immovable, invincible, untouchable. It is a constant, accompanying us as we move through our days, our weeks, our months, our years… Always running with it, but forever running out of time.