The effervescence of time...

There was a line in the movie 'Troy' which I felt was excellent. The line goes - "The Gods envy us(mortals) because we are doomed". It was beautiful in how true it is. Personally, I do not know if the Gods do envy us mortals, but I do believe the paucity of time makes the most mundane activity special.

We hear a lot about how man cries out for one more day when death comes to claim him. But what would you do if you were granted that one more day? What would be so special about the one extra day? The only thing that would change is your perception of the world. The closer we come to the end, the more we appreciate that which we took for granted earlier. Nothing really changes, except our knowledge of time ticking away. But what if you were frozen in time. Would anything be beautiful? Would anything be worthy? Unfortunately for us humans, we never know the value of something, unless the possibility of loss looms overhead.

Does this mean that the item of endearment is empty in of itself, but the circumstance of loss makes it desirable?

Time is a fantastic thief. He steals both before his arrival and during it as well. I know of so many people who, in the grip of fear of some terminal event, neglect to see what is present and lose out on the item during the end-state as well. Time, in my mind, is a way for us to appreciate that which we wouldn't have if eternity unfurled in front of us. Time must be a creation of perception, for time is nothing but the flow between two events. One might argue about causality, but cause and effect do not always hold true.

Time is a construct for us to maintain sanity. Alternatively, time might be holding us back from some greater truth. Consider if you could move back and forth between events. There is no time, only movie frames which are slightly different. I believe you could affect your reality. I believe you could shape your future. I believe you can decide your past.

But is this so different from the way things are now? We judge ourselves to be successful or failures. We deem our childhood good or bad. We say that the future holds great promise. Is that not time travel? If you are confused, what I mean to say is that our perception defines our life. If we deem ourselves to be failures, then so we are. If we decide to make something of our lives, our futures get brighter.

Where is time in the equation? If you lived for 70 years, why beg for one more day? What would you achieve in that one more day that you haven't already done? Life is about mistakes and the joy of discovery.

Life isn't measured by how many days you live, rather it's a collage of moments that defined you.