Time Chunks

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.