by Elaina Lyons

We complain about time all the time. (Love that pun, right?) It’s either going too fast or not fast enough. We either have to wait too long to get to something we’re looking forward to, or we find ourselves grieving the quick-falling sand of the hourglass, wishing we had a few more hours to treasure what’s important.

Either way, we’re never really satisfied with the amount of time we have.

When people die, we almost always say they didn’t have enough time to do what they were here to do. And as we get older, we typically feel like time is running out, like no matter how many hours we have left, it’s not enough to accomplish everything we want to. People say time heals all wounds, and they also tell us time is a thief. It’s here to guide us through heartache, but it also races us through our happiest moments.

The thing is, time will always be our best friend and our worst enemy. There will never be enough time for us to be fully satisfied, because the best of life deserves all the time in the world. And there will never be too little time to experience the worst of life, because the bad moments can’t possibly end quickly enough.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that the only way to make peace with time is to accept its inherent duality. Like everything else in life, there cannot be good without bad. There cannot be happiness without sorrow. And time can’t heal without also wounding.

We’re not here for long enough, but we also have plenty of time. Both things can be true simultaneously. The way we move through life, and the way we see it, is subjective. We make our own realities, and we create our own destiny.

Time is just a ship we sail for the duration.

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