Time.

When you think about it, isn't it just pure absurdity how quickly time moves?

I mean, sure, as a kid days can drag on forever. It makes perfectly logical sense the more time you spend alive, the quicker time will seem. But that change in perception of time occurs so subtlety that the realization of it seems sudden.

Nine years ago yesterday, my spouse and I became parents. It doesn't feel like it's been nine years, just as it doesn't feel like I set myself on a path that radically changed my life eleven years ago. Logically I know it has been, there's various means and methods to determine that, in fact, that much time has passed, but feelings aren't logical. They don't abide by the same constructs.

Because that's ultimately what time is, a human construct built to help us navigate through life. How many times our special hunk of rock circles the star at the center of our solar system is the basis for every second, minute, hour, day and so on we count in our lives. That's not to imply that time isn't real, all things in the universe age which is essentially what telling time allows us to track, or that tracking time isn't useful and important, that's definitely not the case. Instead, I think it's important to recognize that time isn't consistent for everything.

Take souls for example. The belief that when we die, we are only dying from this physical plane of existence with our soul, our perceived true selves, being transported elsewhere, is intriguing to me. Some people believe the life you lead is a test, where passing gets you access to a gated paradise and failure lands you in the bad place, others believe our souls are reborn again in pursuit of different experiences, knowledge and lessons, regardless of the flavoring the core focus is on the well being of our perceived souls.

However, if we are just vessels for beings on another plane of existence who seemingly don't carry an expiration date, would time still be a universal truth? Time exists in the physical, of course, but I don't believe anybody could say with any certainty that time would exist in other dimensions. Scientists have even floated the theory that time is it's own dimension, implying that higher dimensional beings would be able to view and interact with time instead of just experiencing it like us three dimensional beings.

Our mental ability to go back in time is interesting as well. PTSD, for example, could be described as a traumatic event creating a bookmark in your life that you get flipped back to by anything that happens to remind you enough of it. We document our lives through photos, videos, audio and what have you so that when our memory starts to let us down we have something that can bring that event, place, person, experience or what have you back into your mind. Would this not be considered traveling time, or imply through our remembrance of all of these various things that the past, present and future exist all at once within us?

I dunno, I might be a little off my rocker, just wanted to share what was on my brain this morning. But now, I'm out of time.

Until next time.