Time never stops. It never slows down, it never speeds up. It just beats, like a metronome; one, two, three, four, five. Sometimes, time flies. Sometimes, time is sludge that we have to wade through. Who’s to even say that time exists? Who’s to say that time is a definite fact, that it was intricately woven into the fabric of the universe, along with light and sound and matter? Do they even exist? Regardless of the unfathomable nature of this wild, wild universe, time never stops; matter never flees; and light and sound dance an intricate dance. Everything keeps on going.
So for you to want to savour that time, that’s okay. We have an infinite amount of time on this planet, believe it or not. Someday, you will die somehow, and your carbon will pass on and on and on, in an unending, inevitable chain of being—inside you, now, is the soul of a girl who died in the French Revolution, a cat who died warm at home, a tree that fell apart, naturally. So, though one day, your consciousness will part from your body (but I refuse to believe that consciousness will end; rather, that we will reach transcendence), your body will disintegrate and become one with the rest of life itself. So you see, we have the rest of the universe to learn, to absorb, to gain your wisdom, and soak up other’s. And whilst your body learns slowly, your mind will know the magical melody that is existence, most truly and most wholly. Time lasts forever; you will last forever. So take your time to say ‘I love you’, take your time to learn what love and life and laughter is; for you have all the time in the world.
