Chapter
1
When was the first time we perceive the existence of
time, or to put it differently, the reality of time? The more we age the more
aware of time we become, and we cannot stop time, and we cannot go back in time,
all we can do is flow with it. I remember the first time I realized time; I was
thirteen year’s old sleeping on the bottom bunk of my bunk bed, and the light
hit me through the window. It was Sunday, and I didn’t have anything to do this
particular morning, besides watch cartoons and eat a bowl of cereal. As I laid
there my mind started to wonder, and for some reason I tried to shift through my
memories, trying to go back to the farthest one. Once I reached the endpoint, I
started to get confused on how fast time went by without me noticing, and the
older the memories got, the less detailed they became. Let’s flash forward ten
years from now, I am writing this paper, and as I put the pen to the paper I can
shift back into my mind to and from the time when I was thirteen to the present
in a matter of seconds. See, time can only affect the outside world, inside my
mind there are no boundaries, and my pen acts as a gateway between my
imagination and reality.
Going to college and learning in depth about the world
and different sciences, the more I just want to close my eyes, and leave
reality. The outside world has too many rules to follow. It has gotten to the
point where materials, money and power are the three terms to live by, and I
have to admit, so many times I fell into the grasp of reality, and I too want
materials, money and power, but I just don’t know how to get there. I am getting
older, and time is in the lead and I’m playing catch up. I wasted a lot of time
and effort trying to create the next big thing. Now I am beginning to realize
that living a normal life is in my future, and once I graduate I will spend the
next forty years at my ordinary job flowing with time.