Time

Time is that thing that we all believe we have. We give time away freely until we cannot. Then, it stands still. Often it’s when small-talk starts; that empty noise that happens so often when there is really nothing to say. It is the fast food version of conversation. Replies are a strain because there is no substance, no subject to the noise. A two-minute meaningless meet-up stretched to a full day of coffee just to stay upright.

This is all true and yes it is painful to watch our time slither away empty handed. But lest we forget; sometimes talk is not about conversation. Sometimes it is about the people that we are with. We may not like them but that doesn’t matter either. One day they will be gone. Time will move on. And then we can bide our time and be alone in our thoughts of those people we once knew. We will realize that we missed an opportunity to make time our own.

It is easy to forget, time. It is our own and no one else’s. It is easy to forget that time is an empty vessel that travels alongside us, always moving and always running to and from us as we stare, empty-eyed into empty eyes and empty minds.