Time – Part 1 (fiction)
August 20, 2008Time is our enemy. It always has been. When we are children, we are nieve and think that time will set us free, give us life, give us dreams. But it doesnt. Its an illusion cast over our eyes that we are unable to see clearly until we become adults. Then we see the time we have waste, the time we have squandered. Youth gone, death approaching. Millions upon millions of dollars are invested in ways to help us beat time, prevent aging, give us back some of our youth, make us live longer. But it cant be beat. It is always there, always wearing down on us and the world around us. It is cold and emotionless, caring not for love or sorrow.
All of that has changed however.
It changed for me when i realized one day that time is nothing more than just another illusion. Time is a tool to be used, nothing more.
Time no longer holds it’s deathly hand above my head. No longer do I age, unless i want to, no longer do i pay lip service to the clock on the wall. It is my tool. I use it how I see fit.
And now, i want to pass this knowledge on to you….
