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Time's Illusion: Fabric of Reality Currency of Time
You know, we talk about time all the time. How much of it do we have? How fast is it flying? Or how we are out of it. Oh, how we wish we could freeze it, stretch it, or rewind it, like an old cassette tape (retro reality). Is it just a ticking clock? A stack of calendars? Or is it a much sneakier, slipperier concept, something that moves with us, through us, and somehow also beyond us? Can we “notice” time, or does it reveal itself in these moments of reflection, or in our being on time, out of time, or just in time?
There comes a time, not marked by clocks or calendars, when we find ourselves quietly wondering:
Have I ever really paused to consider the shape of time?
Is it reality? It’s conceptuality. It’s malleability and programmability. And its trickster ways?
What was really time that altered my appearance and countenance?
One hot afternoon, my hands were busy with the simple act of undoing and redoing my shoulder-length, fairly thick hair, which had once been a glossy black mane but was now mostly a soft, silvery grey. I wondered where all the days had gone between then and now.
That question opened a doorway. It led me into the soft spiral of thought that became the poem you're about to read. It’s not just about seconds and minutes, but the spaces they hold, what we pour into them, what we exchange for them, what we learn and share in them, and how they shape the magic that is our lives.
Time, it seems, isn’t what we once thought. Maybe it never was.
Consider this poem a gentle tap on your shoulder, a nudge to look not just at how time passes, but what passes through you in the time you’re given.
So take a breath.
Exhale.
And let’s explore the currency of time together.
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The Currency of Time
3/17/24 Tammy Bonin All Rights Reserved
Does time tint the strands of our hair,
Etch stories on skin with its silent stare?
Are wrinkles and spots the toll it spins,
or is time but a mirror of change within?
Wisdom gained over the years,
Is it the currency of time's frontier?
In stress and strife, or peace profound,
How does time's passage move us around?
In the dance of space and time entwined,
We seek answers to questions undefined.
For time is not just a linear track,
But a boundless continuum, never looking back.
In the realm of physics, space-time reigns,
Where dimensions merge with thoughts untamed.
Visualize the moments, see the events unfold,
In the space-time fabric, how has your story been told?
In the dance of space through time,
We navigate our climb.
No man can halt its onward flow,
Time waits for no one, we have easily been sold.
Through introspection, we may discern,
The essence of our time and its lessons learned,
For within its space, we find our place,
In the grand design of cosmic grace.
So heed the call of time's embrace,
Journey forth with courage and grace,
From the past to present, and the future's call,
Time's essence permeates it all.
A physicist I may not be,
But here’s what time has taught to me:
Time waits for no one, swift, jagged, or curled,
In its space, we craft our worlds.
So ponder on, in your introspective rhyme,
For time's mysteries always unravel, in due time.
[End]
Time, it turns out, is much more than a slot on your digital calendar or the space between alarms. It’s personal. It’s expensive. And weirdly, it’s a little bendy.
This poem might have stirred up some thoughts (or maybe some existential side-eye), so before we speed back into our day, I invite you to sit with a few reflections. Time isn’t just about passing; it’s about presence.
Think: the trickster who’s not here to waste your time, but to bend it, twist it, and make you see it differently.
Time isn’t just a river we’re drifting down, it’s the current we’re swimming in. You get to decide the direction and the rhythm. So, until next time (pun very much intended), remember this:
You are the magic. Time is just the stage.
Enjoy some well-timed contemplative reflections on how time works in your life.
Are you measuring time… or are you filling it?
How much space are you allowing inside your days?
What would happen if you created time, instead of chasing it?
Is the future something you chase — or something you gently create?
Thank you for this time to bend your ear, it’s so precious having you here. To move forward, invent time and space powerfully until the end of your race. It has been my pleasure. I hope you received a chuckle, a realization, and some grins. Please come back soon, and while you’re here, take a look at my other work on the pages within. 🥰🐛🦋🎉
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This was the poetic and philosophical pause I didn't know I needed. Thank you for sharing ♥️
I also have a personal question I wanted to ask, I left it inbox, when you have time please check it out.
Well said, the positive reminder of time being submissive not dominating our actions is so appropriate!