Time trickles and time dilates; it can expand like a cumulus, a stratocumulus of clouds. It can evaporate or fuse.
And we each have our own time, as if we determined the number of breaths we would breathe in our lifetime, and each day we are using them up. The question remains: how to use our breaths wisely. Should we dispel them like fools? Waste them over niggling emotions that we shoulder like the Old Man of the Sea?
How do we carry our-selves? Time knows its course. Should we wander aimlessly whilst Time watches and ticks to itself?
‘If we don’t change our direction, we are likely to wind up where we are headed’
Old Chinese proverb