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Is it time to go or stay?

What is time? How do we measure it? How do we know when a set of time is completed and another begins?

These are the questions that came to my mind today. According to Albert Einstein, time is not at all a constant, but rather conforms to several factors. The thing is, to most of us (in my opinion) time is constant. We see time going by second after second, fulfilling sixty of those seconds to complete a minute and so on. Yet people see time going slower, such as when a person is in detention and one hour appears to have taken the time that three or fours hours should have taken. Yes, none of this correlates to the theory of relativity, but it does correlate to the way people view time and how the mind views time.

The reason why this all came about is that time is something that I, and many others may, follow. For example: It has been almost six years such a graduated college, almost four years being at my current place of work, two years since my last real relationship, 123 days since I graduated college, and a whole 122 hours since I worked last. These numbers may not mean much to anyone, but to me they do. They mark a timeline of events that have occurred in my life. Those slots of times mark an event that has changed me. Yet, there is still another part to this timeline that makes little since and that is the fact certain events that only take a few seconds seem to take for ever, but events that happened so long ago seem to have happened only moments ago. The example to this is a problem that happens frequently in relationships. A person(p1) cheats on their significant other(p2) (known as Action A). Action A only took 30 minutes to 2 hours of time. Seems like a short amount of time to the reader. Because p1 has committed Action A, p1 engages in Action 2, which is to remove p1 from one's life. Action 2 seems to be an even short time to p1 because there was no indication that Action 2 was to happen. p1 is now in the state of remorse and wishes that p2 would take them back, that p1 needs p2 to survive. Following an unknown time p2 does take p1 back. The perplexing thing here is that p1 saw this time of no p2 until p2 came back as a time that was "long".

The whole point to this long time consuming paragraph was this a short action done (2 hours or less) seemed to be very little was responded by a time that was much much longer, and seemed even longer to the person that had to endure it.

In my case it took me two years to forgive someone (truly forgive). Those two years to me seem fairly fast for what occurred. Two years to which I can still remember when and how. To another person those two years seemed so very very long and may believe that took to long to forgive. The fact is time is defined differently by each person at different occasions. In this matter, time is not constant and very relative to each action and several different vectors that change it. So remember when someone tells you its time to do something just ask yourself is your time in sync to theirs?

"It is my feeling that Time ripens all things; with Time all things are revealed; Time is the father of truth."
~Francois Rabelais



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