Time is an interesting concept. Most days, you hardly notice it—it’s always there, moving forward, silent and unyielding. Too constant to grasp, or so it seems. But tonight was different. For the first time, I felt time.
I know how it sounds—unbelievable, even absurd. Yet, after everything I’ve been experiencing, absurd feels like my new normal. Just now, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, I felt it: time moving around me, pressing against me. Like an unseen tide, relentless and unchanging.
Think about it. Time is so constant that we’ve grown numb to its pull. It’s always there, pushing us forward. Maybe that’s why we can’t feel it—our minds are too busy, too distracted to notice. B

