There’s the thing about time. It keeps on, you can’t replay the past.
I find it irritating that it ticks away oblivious to how I feel and what effect it is having on me.
It is the joke of the universe. Time moves in one direction only and you either keep up or you fall behind and that has dire consequences.
I saw a joke the other day where God announces that he has created equal parts of light and dark. The angel at his side asks, “What are you going to do now?” God says: Call it a day.
On the one hand, it is irritating but also time is there to amuse us.
Its racing past us, as we age we begin to realise how quickly it passes us. It creates a reality for us where the signs of its effect are visible to us, staring us in the face, so to speak.