Ah, time… Do we truly grasp its nature? Is it just a series of moments? These moments flow like a river we can’t see. Or is it a construct—an illusion we bend our lives around? What is time, then? Is it real, or simply a framework we create to make sense of change? We mark it in seconds, hours, and years, as if it were a substance. Yet, can we touch it? Can we see it? Can we hold it?
Some say time tracks how matter moves. It involves the Earth around the Sun and the ticking of clocks. Others argue that past, current, and future are all illusions; there is only now, eternally shifting. And yet, without time, we experience growth or transformation?
So, does time exist as we believe? Or is it simply the lens through which we view existence itself? The question isn’t whether we need time, but whether time needs us.