Time, most simply defined, is a man-made construct composed of digits and calculations. Time comes in the form of decades, years, months, weeks, days, hours... and keeps on going. Time is measured in fragments both large and small- rotations around the sun being on the larger side of the equation, and fractions of seconds broken down into stutters of movement being the smaller half of time. Time is measured in age by year, by the wrinkles on an old person's face, by the scars collected on a body, by the aches and sores and hardships that befall a person as the count of their rotations grow.
Time is measured in memories. Time can seem to pass in the blink of an eye, or can be frozen for an eternity. Time is the cry of a newborn baby, followed by the laugh of a toddler and the tears of an injured teenager who's had their heart broken for the first time. Time is the persistent gunfire with changing excuses. Time is looking back on a family photo and recalling to the familiar faces who no longer grace the world with their presence, time is the realization that no one can stay too long... time is a reminder that nothing can last forever. Time can be a cruel mistress. Time can steal everything away. Time has control over the lives of everyone, and even though we all tend to think that we are the designers of our own lives, of our own tragedies, time will prove time and time again that we are helpless to random acts of the world. Time will prove that even the most innocent things will be lost. Time will prove that years after a traumatic event, it will not be erased. Time leaves an imprint, because though you may be forgotten, time never will be... time leaves a stain that is passed down through generations; time never leaves a person untouched or a mind left void of a memory of loss. Time, ultimately, is whatever we make of it. Time is something given to everyone. It is a timer without an end that we can fathom, it is unpredictability that we cannot control, but it is also all that we have control over. It is what we are given the most of, yet what we simultaneously waste the most. We all try so hard to make our use of time perfect, but it's a game that's not worth playing. Time will always have the upper hand. You can live your life to the best of your ability, and regardless of however well you lived, time will still close your casket for you. Time will exist long after we have all disappeared, and it existed far before we ever came into existence- we've just found a way to define it. Yet, even with all of our definitions, it is to my belief that something so ancient can never truly be put into one singular box- and all that time is, is an illusion of control that we can never have. - Maddie
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