Fleeting Echos of Time

Time is a intriguing concept. When I think about the meaning of time, a lot of conflicting ideas come to mind. The human aspect of me wants to visualize the idea, conforming the idea to a definition in a dictionary, with a diagram beside it; maybe it would be a circle, infinite, versatile, aligning with the infamous quote “history repeats itself”; maybe it would be a road, rocky, twisting, the end never quite captured by our simple eyes. But, metaphors and analogies never seem to embody the true essence of time. The more I aim to grasp its fading whisper, the more elusive it becomes, slipping through my desperate fingers, the only true remnant being the wonders of experience my mind grapples to process.

The spiritual aspect of me however, compares time to my faith in God. Two concepts that I believe to be true, yet cannot wrap my superficial mind around. However, the difference between time and my Lord is not their conceptualism, but instead their reliability. I look to my devoted faith when pondering such obscurities, not time. What I have learned through Christ is that faith doesn’t require perfect understanding. It only requires trust, willingness to surrender to the divine plan when it surpasses our comprehension. While time may be an enigma, always slipping and changing, God‘s presence remains constant. So, to me, time is not a definite construct, but rather a privilege- something to be experienced, not defined.

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