Time is Not Real

“[Time]is not a measuring stick for how productive my life is… I refuse to worship the ticking bomb on the wall.”

Juaquina She

screen-shot-2016-10-12-at-3-50-57-pmYep, I said it. Yesterday. Tomorrow. The number that measures my significance-oops I meant how long I have been alive. None of it means anything.

I have felt this way for a long time, but never could articulate my feelings. Honestly, even now, I am still trying to define what is it inside of me that turns away from the concept of “time.”

Let me explain…

Time is necessary, but I think it has been exploited and used for manipulation too often. I think, we lean on it too much. We look to it for too many answers when the answers are not found in the hands of the clock. The measurement of time has its perks, but mostly, it makes all of us feel sick to our stomachs. Ever wonder why after a certain age people dread their birthdays? Because something inside of them is screaming at them, telling them…

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