Time

What is time? 

A tick of the clock? 

A number that dictates your every move: where to go, what to do? 

An inescapable force that rushes you through each day, shoving you face-first into the next; 

etching wrinkles into your skin and assailing your mind as it ages you effortlessly? 

Freeze time for a moment. 

Just one moment to stop and consider: What is this? What is time? 

A system by which to measure your actions? Your life? 

Two years with the one you love? One night that changed everything? 

The five minutes of hasty words and angry accusations it took to push someone from your life forever? 

When all is said and done, it’s not the time that will matter. 

But that you loved, and lost. 

You made peace, and you lashed out with unbridled rage. 

Life is not measured by time, but by the intensity of the experience. 

When your days are spent and you look back on the years, you'll realize there is no time. 

There never was. 

All there is, is life. 

And what you choose to make of every day.