There is No Such Thing as Time
The concept of time is my biggest enemy.
I always thought I was my own worst enemy. There are moments of great progress towards self-acceptance that mask my impulses of self-sabotage. When I think about a force that harms me more than my own mind, it is time. It is the essence of time.
I’ve spent years digesting the true concept of time — what it is and what it isn’t. I know it is a manmade construct. It provides some sense of clarity about where we are and what we should be doing on a regular basis. It provides comfort, but it is scary to consider.
Maybe the human understanding of time is a figment of our imagination. There is no before or after, today or tomorrow. Therefore, there is only now.
As I kid, I would joke that I wished to be a vampire. My reasoning for this was frank.
“If I didn’t need to sleep, I would be a millionaire by now,” I would proudly declare.
My mom would laugh as she asked me about all of the things I would accomplish through the dead of the night. Excitedly, I would rattle off an extensive list of hobbies, crafts, and forms of entertainment I wished to experience.
There were goals I knew I would attain if I just had more time.
