It Never Stops

Did you notice?

It’s already Friday.

The week passed so fast.

 

My people noticed it too…

On Fridays, they’re different.

Lighter.

Faster.

As if they’re going somewhere.

As if something is waiting for them.

 

Or…

as if they’re running from something.

But that’s not what this is about.

 

Time.

An interesting thing.

It moves.

It doesn’t stop.

Not even for a moment.

It passes by us.

Through us.

Without a sound.

No warning.

No permission.

And still…

We count it.

In hours.

Days.

Weeks.

 

As if we could understand it.

But can we?

I have questions.

Where does it go?

Does it have a direction…

or do we create one?

How does it work?

How does everything change…

when it feels like nothing moves?

 

And why…

 

why does one moment feel endless,

while a whole week disappears in seconds?

Who decides that?

And most of all…

what is it trying to tell us?

 

Maybe… everything is temporary.

Or maybe…

we just don’t stop enough.

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ