Do you need time?

I have been conscious of time all my life. Admittedly, one sees time differently as a child to the way it impacts when you are an adult.

Be it as a child, an adolescent, a young, then older, and now a very old adult, time has always

been a factor in my life.

Sometimes, through all my ages, time seems to drag. Metaphorically, it goes so slowly that it seems as if the big hand of the clock is struggling to raise itself from the 6 to 12 (the ‘to’ side of the analogue clock) with a heavy weight attached to the minute hand. Movement to the end of engagements seems to take an absolute eternity.

Juxtapositionally, when an activity is being enjoyed and the desire is for it to continue, it is all too often over, it seems, within the twinkling of an eye.

Again metaphorically, it seems on these occasions the minute hand of the clock is being pulled from 12 to 6 (the past side of the analogue clock) by a super-charged car racing at breakneck speed.

Time. Sometimes there is too much and on other occasions too little of this commodity.

Time. Something we have in equal amounts and a commodity we all use so differently.