Lightning flashes across the beach from a powerful storm
Have you ever really thought about time? Most cultures on our planet count it by the second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year, decade, and century. Some people do it by lifetimes or generations. But it still moves forward. You can’t go backward, you can’t undo what was done, you can’t change what happened one second ago.
It moves with or without us, uncaring as to what damage is done, what joys are experienced, what pleasures unfold, in that second, then it is gone. And all it leaves is that memory.
Memory – humans are odd. We clasp those memories to us, savor them like wine, pull them out again and again, to look at that one second we can never repeat.
So my question to you is – does time ever truly pass – if we hold it frozen inside? That last kiss. The smile. The first step. The last goodbye. What power does time hold, if memory ignores its existence.
Memories are what we are, time only makes them precious.