After several projects came to an end, a brief stretch of empty time appeared.
Days when I used to think “I don’t have enough time” or “there isn’t enough time” now seem almost unreal, as time appears to be something I suddenly have.
In that sense, I can feel with my whole body that time is not something that increases or decreases in the first place.
It was never really there to begin with.
It is merely a measure, merely a concept.
Without a clock, it is impossible to find the boundary of a day.
That boundary was never contained within the day itself.
It was simply a line defined on the side of the clock, a realization that arrives unexpectedly.
That is why thinking “I’ll do this once I have time” makes little sense.
The time to do it will never arrive, and that is only logical.
Because there is only now.
If something is not done now, it will never be done.
Even if it is small, if it is done now, it seems to expand in its own way over time.
This may have turned into a somewhat moralistic piece of writing.
But it is closer to a reminder, or a restraint, directed at myself.
I would never say this to others, because it is a paradox.
…That, perhaps, is a story for another time.