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Christopher Carazas (🇫🇷🇪🇸🇮🇹🇬🇧)'s avatar

So… time. Humanity’s most passive-aggressive invention. We built clocks to measure it, calendars to chase it, and apps to pretend we’re managing it. Yet somehow, we’re always shocked when another year sneaks up and steals our hairline.

Remember when time felt endless? Long afternoons where five minutes could hold a lifetime of joy? Then adulthood showed up, and five years vanish faster than your phone battery during a crisis. Possibly the Productivity Police show up and say "What is this....leisure?"

We keep trying to control time, as if the right planner or vitamin regimen could stop entropy. But time isn’t a pet you can train. It’s a trickster. It waits, grinning, while we sprint through to-do lists, mistaking movement for meaning.

Maybe we’ve got it backwards. Maybe time was never the enemy. Maybe it’s the mirror showing us how afraid we are to be still.

We talk about “losing time,” but time doesn’t disappear. It’s us who vanish from it. Lost in nostalgia. Obsessed with next week. Refusing to sit in the unbearable beauty of now.

The goal isn’t to beat the clock. It’s to stop fighting it. To dance badly with it. To waste an afternoon doing nothing but feeling alive.

Because time doesn’t need your obedience. It needs your attention.

Every second you notice—the dog’s sigh, the sound of rain, the pulse in your wrist—that’s eternity catching your gaze.

Life isn’t about managing time. It’s about remembering it’s not the enemy, it’s the invitation. The quiet, relentless reminder that everything you love is temporary. Which is exactly what makes it sacred.

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Miles Hack's avatar

This is the engine I feel separate from me very much. It has no reigns sometimes, & detaching or jettisoning from the commander’s deck is sometimes a helpful way to reclaim time that is aligned to more current affairs, relevant to you in the immediate now

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