Time is never fair.
We all go through something where time is always against us. We want more time to play that last football game of our career, we want more time to kiss that person knowing it's probably the last, we want more time with our dying grandparent, we want more time on that really difficult and lengthy test, we want more time to live a healthy life before the chemo starts, we want more time to just be who we are right now or who we once were, we want more time to our youth and friends, we want more time to figure out what we are doing with ourselves and our lives and our careers.. we just want more time.
It's really frustrating, a concept of time. Because what is it?
—A component quantity of various measurements used to sequence events, to compare the duration of events or the intervals between them, and to quantify rates of change of quantities in material reality or in the conscious experience.—
Now, why is this frustrating?
At no point in what you just read does it talk about time ending specifically. So why do these moments have to end when time is infinite? I understand that moments and infinite durations are two separate things, but why do we make the choice for something to end? Aristotle suggested that space was finite- meaning that space has limits and boundaries- but that time is infinite in that it has no limits and no boundaries.
So my question to you is this:
Why do you put limits and boundaries on your self —a person's essential being that distinguishes them from others—, when time —a component quantity of various things— has no limits and no boundaries? Tell me in what world is this fair?
Sheetal Tadiparty
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