The Time of our Lives

What is time? Is it like a living tree that we can see, touch, nurture, and actually experience in a tangible way? Where is time? Can we actually go to a store of spent time and say “here is that time” and interact with it, like taking a book out of a library? If we could do these things with time, how would it change our relationship with it? Honestly, I think we humans take time for granted. It’s just something that happens, with or without us, and most of us couldn’t be bothered to consciously pay any attention to it. We’re in it without understanding our impact on it, and even its impact on us. We only become conscious of time when we wish we could direct it (the future) or change it (the past). In my opinion this is sad: our awareness of time becomes nothing more than a flurry of wishes and regrets. Wishing for a better, brighter future or past is unrealistic – wishes are nothing but empty fantasies. If we want a better future and past, we have to stop wishing and, instead, ...