Chronophenia.

Time isn't on our side. I can't really see time on anyone's side. If time is on our side, who's on the other side? What a stupid phrase...I can't remember the name of the douchebag philosopher who said it. No, time isn't on anyone's side.
Time is unbendable, unbreakable and desperately scary to look into. We think we can juggle with time. We think we can fit everything into as little time as we want.

Time doesn't bend one way or the other just to accomodate you. It's like what water will be in 50 years time: precious, rare and only coming a couple drops at a time. I can't bare to think of the number of people I see that spill the hour glass of time all over them, not taking any time to appreciate the slow fall of every grain...

Time is infinite, but we are not. The time we spend making sure we can live well enough to have the heating on 9 consecutive months and the air conditioning the next 3, should be spent savouring the presence of other people.
Time goes by and living like this, we won't take long walks in the evening , have long conversations that carve words and images in our souls, we won't make the best of a mariage, we won't see our friends, we won't see our children grow up.

By the time you're pulled into something you are really interested in, that you crave with all the witts you have left, you get pulled away to something else, when you're called by someone you know, and you utter those fateful words: "I'm coming, wait a minute."
We don't think to watch time go by and look back to gaze in amazement at all the grains of sand that we have seen fall, even though they weren't the first, and won't be the last.
We're not aware that time isn't controlled by us. We can't make it flexible just to make our day more convenient. Time has existed, ironically, since the beginning of time.
We don't know that every fucking minute we spend lamenting on how we should of handled a few grains of sand, a lot more grains have already fallen and the clocks are tick tocking us towards the grave.

When we shut our eyes, the world is still there behind your eyelids. It has aged a few more seconds and time is still working on flooding hilltops and digging valleys.
It's kind of selfish, really. But we are all part of the same hypocrisy. The hypocrisy of human nature. How proud, dominant and ignorant we have become.
Sticking to a tight schedule won't buy you time, it will just leave you with a few seconds, a few grains of sand, to think about how you could have used these seconds.

It will just give you a few more seconds to feel even more useless. Helpless.

It will just give you a few more seconds to wonder why you are wasting time doing things such as watching TV, reading magazines, cooking undersized meals for a family of 7 billion, or wondering how you wasted the time you wasted.

I wonder right now why I'm wasting my time posting this article while I could be making the best of how lucky I am, and while I could be spending time with people I didn't know I admired so much.

We all think we can juggle with time. But time is juggling with us.
Time is on its own side.