Time
I am tied down by the hands of the clock.
I restrained by an idea that I cannot touch or see.
When I cannot see time, I grasp for a clock.
In the absence of a clock, I'm left grasping for straws.
In the absence of seconds, minutes, hours, and days is a year in my life really a year?
Would I die if I forgot about time?
If I failed to count the seconds until death, would I age at all?
If I could not perceive it, would time be real?
Without the ability to witness time, does time pass?
Without the ability to hear the ticking of a clock, does time still progress?
I don't know.
In life, I always wish I had more time, but can I really have more or less of a thing that does not truly exist?
Invented as a system whose job is to organize our lives into manageable parts, time was created and without humans, couldn't exist.
If I cast away the notion of time, could I function in society?
If I threw away the ideas of others could I still be more than an animal?
Without proper time management, productivity wanes, but if I didn't acknowledge the existence of time, then could I be productive?
I don't know.
Since there is no way to escape it, must I find a way to live with it, this notion that in the next sixty seconds, my heart will beat over sixty and up to a hundred times.
Without time, can there be music?
For music needs a beat.
Without time, can there be dance?
For dance needs rhythm.
Without time, can there be movies or books?
For plot needs progression over time.
Can an existence be described without accounting for its passage through time?
Yes and no.
You can still describe everything that is not inextricably bound to time.
I feel drawn to this idea that every waking moment of my life can be measured in units.
I wonder who invented seconds. What constitutes a minute if seconds didn't exist?
What constitutes a second if the length of milliseconds was not agreed upon?
Was the invention of time something that was agreed upon, or was it found in the clockwork of the universe, specifically in the movements of planets, as one rotation of earth is a day, or twenty four hours in which both days and hours are units of time?
So many questions, so little time.
Time is what I lack, but questions about it, I do not.
In the course of my life I will only have less and less of it.
Eventually, I will die and I fear I will not accomplish my goals in the time I have allotted to me.
I lack the system and structure of time.
I lack organization.
Surrealism is what replaces my reality.
The lack of true knowledge of the meaning and origin of time constitutes my disorganization.
Without time, there is chaos, there is madness.
Without time, I am insane.