It's such a bitch- sometimes, it goes so slow, sometimes so fast. It can't make up it's mind! And there are so many ways to measure it- clocks, calendars, seasons, etc.
Time is only the human construct that is “the thing that keeps one damned thing after another from being every damned thing all at once.“ But I feel much better when I focus on there being no accessible past, and no reachable future, there’s only the ever present, and continuous “now” to work with.
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