Time - Our Only Master

Time - Our Only Master

Time is something that has always been and shall always be; it is the measure of all.

It is without color, taste, or sound, cannot be touched, nor seen, but is the
never-ending heartbeat of the universe.

It is indifferent and cares not whether it is used wisely, or wasted.

Its measure never changes, but our degree of focus only appears to modify its meter.
It can be gone in a blink, or become insipidly tedious.

With some activities it passes quickly, in the blink of an eye the allotted time is gone.
Sometimes, it passes ever so slowly taking an eternity for the something to start, get to the middle, and end.

Though there is a limitless supply in nature; to each of us it is limited without knowledge of our allotted quantity.

It is the most precious possession we have, and the one we disrespect the most.

It cannot be managed, it is the ultimate manager.

Never owned, only borrowed.

Each particle that becomes our past subtracts from our future.

We don’t have time, but could make time if we chose to, based solely on the importance of the activity, or the person, that we would like to share time with.

Time has no beginning, no end, but is a beginning, and end of all things.