Time

For some reason I tend to notice when a clock reads “12:34” more than any other time.  Maybe it’s because I think those numbers in order are more interesting than any other time or maybe I just don’t pay attention otherwise.  Regardless, I’ve found that time is a funny thing.  It can make you forget some things while aiding you in remember others.  It helps to heal wounds, emotional and otherwise, or can open new ones when you realize it took a mistake of a fraction of a second to change someone’s life forever.  Time can fly when you want something to last longer, or it can seem to drag on and on especially when you’re bored.  You can look forward towards the future with optimism or reflect back on the past with regret.  In the movie “I.Q.,” Albert Einstein, played by Walter Matthau, is enjoying a badminton game with his “buddies” and having discussions that would give most people a headache just to try to understand.  The idea of time is brought up.  They discuss the theory that as they are speaking the future has become the past therefore the present doesn’t exist therefore time can’t exist.  Anyone else’s brain hurt?!?  This scene does bring up a good point…if the present doesn’t really exist, then how do we “live for it” so to say?

How time passes depends on someone’s perspective.  A very wise person recently told me that a person’s perception is their own reality.  So if our reality is in our heads then does time only exist in our brains?  Does it pass more quickly for a fruit fly that has a short life cycle or does its perspective allow time to pass more slowly?…considering it’s a lifetime worth of experiences.

We’ve all heard the phrase “stop and think about it,” but we know we can’t stop time from passing.  No matter how much fun we’re having or how tragic a loss we experience, the world keeps spinning.  Maybe if we had a time machine we could go back and fix the mistakes of our past or spend a little while longer reliving those moments that seemed to fly by back in the day.  This possibility would completely dissolve the idea of living for the moment.  What consequences would we have then for making any decision now if later we could just go back for a “do over?”  Would that make us a better society or more devious one?  This could be dangerous in the wrong person’s hands.  Imagine a criminal going back in time to clean up that evidence that got him caught in the first place.  How many crimes would then go unpunished?

Furthermore, is living for the present supposed to represent a day, an hour, a minute, a second…?  Is it really possible to live for the present as the present instantly becomes the past?  Are we in reality really living for the past?  Are we just trying to live so that our happiness and good choices outweigh our sorrow and regrets?  I guess only time will tell!

About robynthorn

Robyn Thorn is just a girl learning that she’s perfectly normal after all these years. She has been blogging for several years and can often be found singing the night away at her local karaoke establishments. Although she has no children of her own, she is Aunt Bobbyn to many. She holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology and Communications and finds that this fits her personality perfectly. She is a certified Zumba® instructor, an ACE certified Group Fitness Instructor, and holds a Texas Secondary Teaching Certificate in Speech Communications. Robyn has also been a mentor with the Big Brothers Big Sisters of Central Texas since 2011. She is the author and publisher of "We're All Rubber Bands: Finding happiness with who you are."
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