Time. A Universal Measurement of Forgotten Memories.

Time, time, time, time, time, time, time, time….no matter how many times you say it, the word “time” will always be one of those words that we want to be pushed back in the corners of our fragmented and insubstantial minds. But where are we going? What are we doing? What are the plans for the future? These questions are the soliloquy that we play ever so fervently in our minds. But why is time a topic that is so relevant in our daily lives? Can we not just take a break from the decaying moment, the moving hand on the clock converting present into past? The ever so soft and abrupt second that controls our life? No, we can’t. Time controls our lives, we plan for it, and we wait for it. And in reality time is something that we as humans made up to measure the distance it takes to go from doing one thing to the next, but still it doesn’t please us as we had hoped. It moves fast, and it goes slow. It ticks it tocks. But it never will stand still. Have you ever wished that for one moment you could stop time? Just for that one split second have the dominant power over the still-standing present. But why does time come with consequences? We forget things, faces, people, events, places, stories, poems, songs, names…there is no end to time. Will we just keep forgetting? It will always be, and always never be. Time is a made up entity that we have given absolute the power over our lives. “What time is the game?” “How much time will it take to do that?” “We only have so little time.” (This one pisses me off the most.) If time is never ending then why do we have so little of it? Sure we will die someday, but given my religious views, won’t I have the rest of eternity? Even now as I write this I think of the entity of time. It is overpowering our thoughts. I have forgotten some of the fondest memories, greatest people, best faces, stories, songs, poems, names…I have forgotten. The entity of time has wiped away all thoughts. And left me only with…well more time. Now that I am 18 and I look back at my life so far, I only remember distinct memories, and most of them aren’t the best. Why do we forget? Have you ever asked yourself that question? Is it really because our brain ends up placing memories in the back of a make-believe file cabinet in our brains? And after a while we just involentaraly say “Delete.” Where does it all go? I just picture it as this invisible trash can that all the piles and piles of unwanted memories are constantly being tossed away, just like some punk kid would throw away a balled up piece of paper and toss it from one end of the school room to the other. Why can’t we hold on to some of the memories that are so dear? Is the face on the clock moving just to satisfy the local business man? Tick tock, tick tock. The clock struck one. Tick tock, tick tock, the clock struck two. There is no stopping it. We created it to move forth, yet we want it to stop. God does not operate in our time? Why should we? We are placed in this box, and the outer ridges of it made up of cheep grandfather clocks and Wal-Mart wrist watches. Where is the control? Where are the memories? Why are we so obsessed with managing our time? Just to stop time for that split second, and catch a breath from the exhausting, element facing race of life. Would be worth it. So time cannot be controlled, only measured. It cannot control, only measure. It’s a tool that comes with consequences. Memories are lost, and feelings forgotten. But with time, new memories will be made and new feelings, all to be forgotten.