Sometimes when you
think about time, you forget that it consists of days, hours, minutes, seconds,
and those little ticks of the clock we call moments. 'Moments' that signify
just so much in their infinitesimal smallness.
Humans love to
organize things around them and lending terminology to a concept makes it come
alive all of a sudden and 'real' in a sense. Something within the reach of our
minds' computing powers. We love to segment time into chunks as time spent here
or there, with this or that person, doing something or the other. It's always
the bigger picture with a term all its own we define our lives by.
But in all this
process of compartmentalization passed on to us a gift of evolution, we forget
that time, indeed, has a segmentation all its own. Something unnamed, undefined
even in Particle Land.
We forget that to
pass special chunks of difficulty we have to live through each grueling moment
in its entirety, hear each sound of the fingernail screeching on the
blackboard, tear your hair at every pit stop, fall to your knees with pleading and regret and piety
altogether, hear the shattering of glass as you stare at your own
tear-stained face in the mirror.
You forget that you
will be trampled upon by the very people you care the most about, crushed in
the stampede like a beetle, scrunched up till you begin to hear your own demons
screaming in your ears, hear your own fears scream back at you and you begin to
cower inside a shell you think exists but is in fact only a hologram, a
projection of the scared mind.
You forget that
there is a vastness beyond the faked color of life, that there lies this vast
empty barren terrain you to have crawl through on your own. You scream out for
help but there isn’t a reply. The distant mountains echo back your cries for
help to mock you and just push you further into the positive feedback loop of
despair.
And what option do
you have then but to resign to the abstractness knows as Fate and just throw
your hands over your head and run, run, run as fast as you can?
Time is nothing in
physical terms.
But ask about its
reality from someone who is living through the rough patch.
All Physics will be
shattered, for even 'E equals m, c squared' cannot be balm to all those dripping
wounds.
