Our relationship to time
Is an
emotional one
We long for the past
We fear the future
We are frustrated
with the present
Time moves around us at the frequency with which we emote to it
In our pain, it lingers
As if attempting to provide comfort.
In our glee, it flees as if it is a child accepting our challenge to outpace it.
In our impatience with it, it becomes
Indignant.
A petulant teenager, calling us out on our hypocrisy.
And we still cannot measure it
Because
we rarely choose to recognize our emotions as
physical actors in our story lines.
We do not fully relate to ourselves.
And so
We cannot accurately measure the movement
of
time