We’re always fighting time. Trying to get more of it. Trying to make more of it. Trying to see where it’s gone missing in plain sight. We keep reminding ourselves everyone gets the same 24 hours a day even though we’re fully aware not everyone has the same privileges or life situation to work with.
I especially felt time beating upon me as we watched our daughter grow and celebrate her first birthday. It doesn’t seem possible that a tiny human could change that much in a year. And yet. Millions of babies do it every year, without fail, without ever once stumbling upon the Fountain of Ever-Youth and remaining in their current form for more than a few days.
I’ve always been drawn to the aura of knight armor, and yet looking back at the picture I drew, I can’t help but think about how armor eventually went out of style. Something far more efficient took its place. Something easier to move in. Something you didn’t drown in sweat from. Over time, the materials got better, lighter, and stronger. Things evolved.
And yet. We’re still fighting.
Time is all about framing. It is what you make of it. It can be your friend or your enemy, and sometimes both at once. How we view time says far more about us than anything ticking or tocking. It says how we feel about the way we spend our lives. It says how much we build it out with being busy. Time can be your adversary or it can be your companion, the pacemaker walking alongside you, quiet and steady, simply doing a thankless job. Time, in its best moments, can even disappear inside a world in which seconds become hours and hours become seconds, when the expansion and contraction of the universe around us reminds us, in those beautiful, fleeting moments, that there just may be some magic left in this world.
