Scared of time

Do you have some kind of phobia? Are you scared of darkness, loneliness, heights, or maybe lions? I think most all would agree on last one here. However, I am scared most of nothing other than time.

Stupid, huh? I mean time doesn’t bite, you know. But, It has always been my whole life fear. I live in the fear of time as it goes by. I’ve been scared all my life of that train leaving with me being unable to do anything. Scared that maybe if I just stopped running to catch it, I will miss people, moments, I might miss my whole life and years just in the blink of an eye.

Yet, if someone came by and told me that they have a Time Machine to go back in time over and over again, I would pass. The past was nice but it’s the past and it passed. Going to the future you say? Well, the future is just there, why the rush, right? All I want is for time to stop. For that train to just slow down or stop in it’s tracks for a while. I want to appreciate more what’s around me, what I have. Can it stop, just for a bit?

Seconds and hours turning into years are the simplest maths you can calculate and the hardest to comprehend. I bet, no matter how old you are, you still from time to time think “when did I actually become that adult who I once fantasized about as kid?” Peter Pan was right by the way. It is such a weird trap.

I don’t know who are you reading this but, i have something to tell you. Enjoy the moment! Life is all about the moment. That train won’t stop or slow down so we might as well watch it going and enjoy it.

Always welcomed to the corner,

Menna Xx