he clock I gazed upon throughout childhood is the same that receives the casts of my eye in adulthood, then into life’s maturity, seniorhood, and then presumably, in the last breath I take (for notation purposes of when and where). This piece isn’t intended to take a mournful twist, I instead hope to offer a more conversational-style dive into the abyss of the unknown. Let us perhaps proceed then, to the immediate question we seek to answer: where does time go? 

Have you ever wondered this? Where time might go? Every passing hand on life’s ultimate timer. . . where do those moments go? Do they just dissipate into the breeze of the wind? Do they remain imprinted somewhere, like a footprint on memory foam? Do they mean anything or do they just escape us? Moreover, what is left when time passes? What remains are there to capture our presence, beyond our own recollections and relics, if any?

The above offers a waft of refreshing perspective to the brain; food for thought that perhaps seldom enters our neurological parameter for possible introspection. Asking the above questions enable new neuro-pathways to be developed and explored; indeed, reaching beyond the 10% of brain capacity humans are reported to most typically engage with. 

It is sincerely and whole-heartedly hoped that questions of such complex and philosophical nature do not perturb the calm seas of your heart. They are surely not intended to. Rather, I aspire to provide a novel, mighty wave of liberty for you to sail upon with increased serenity in knowing that the unknown isn’t ours to create, it is ours to discover, unravel and follow. 

Therefore, does it matter where time goes if the moments we use to spend it are left futile and without purpose? We are not the creators of time; a measure of mortal existence. We merely live in it, by it, and all must inevitably succumb to it. The question of where it goes, to that end, may not be ours to answer but rather appreciate in a surrender of humility to our finite understanding. Time ultimately leads our lives. But not necessarily in a restrictive and non-autonomous way; imagine this: it is the threshold within which we function, the outline that gives our lives character through which we navigate, it is among the largest shared features of human experience that connects us all, and is - perhaps - one of the most prominent channels of earthly existence that urges us to recognize our station, and humble ourselves to the station of our Omniscient Creator. It could, in other words, be a portal to understanding our soul and the World to come. Surely, the latter would require intimate reflection and communion with our Creator, in addition to a heart and mind freed from conventional thought; truly, a state of complete inner renewal, detachment, and surrender is necessary. 

To conclude, I lovingly invite us all to love the idea of time. Surely, with time things go - people, moments, memories, and existential realities. But time also brings. It brings opportunity, capacity, channels of hope, love, purpose, and Universes of potential beyond anyone’s scope of fathoming. Time gives us chances. Time is forgiving. Time is patient and loving. Time doesn’t discriminate; it serves us all equally (when we have it). Time reminds us that we are not alone; it lives alongside us. All aspects which, I believe, are traits that particularly pertain and belong to our Creator. 

What a wondrous world. What a wondrous life, indeed. 

“As above, so below.”

- Hermes Trismegistus