For me, time is a river that is always there, that flows constantly and unnoticeably but also mercilessly. I am standing on the bank of that river, and I am trying to grasp its flow. Sometimes it seems like a single drop in a vast expanse of water, sometimes like the whole river, but it has a merciless effect on everything. I imagine man as a traveler, a wanderer crossing bridges, following paths, climbing mountains, passing through valleys, moving back and forth. And with every step, breath, every moment, takes a part of time. Time is what gives rythm to his steps, but also what he loses constantly. Beacuse, no matter how hard we try, we can never stop time. We can sometimes postpond it, pretend it isn’t passing, but it waits for no one. .

Every day, in every moment we battle with time. The past looks at us mockingly from the distance, future hides in fog, uncertain and unfamiliar. The present? The present is a moment, slipping through fingers, disappearing before we even grasp it. And so, man wanders, trying to catch time, to hold it, use it the right way. Sometimes he asks himself: „Is this moment truly worthy? Is this day, this hour, this minute a part of what I want to leave behind?“

The thought of time makes us question our choices, to ask ourselves if we achieved what we wanted, did we take the chances that we offered to us. And while we wrestle with this unease, we often forget that this struggle is also a part of time. Because everything we work on, everything we think, everything we do, disappears with every tick of the clock.
Still, in this merciless flow, this trauma of disappearance, time gives us beauty. Every new dawn, every new encounter, every moment of joy. That is all time that shapes us, that teaches us, that reminds us of the beauty of small things. Because it may not be the most important thing that time passes, but how we live it, what we do with it. Time is unpredictable. It may seem like an enemy, like something that takes away from us, but in reality, it gives us the possibility to exist and, maybe the most beautiful of all, to learn to live with gratitude, with awareness of its worth, to value it.
There is something inexplicable about the way time flows.. We don’t see it, we can’t touch it, but regardless, everything within us bows to it. Time shapes our day, our thoughts, relationships, our hopes. The harder we try to hold onto it - the faster it slips away
Some people live like they will always have more. One more conversation. One more morning. One more hug. But the truth is simple, silent and sometimes cruel: time waits for no one. It flows even while we sleep, while we live, while we grieve. "There is eternity in certain moments. But you must be present to recognize it."
Time is not measured by the clock, but by the heart. There are minutes that feel like eternity and eternities that fit in a single glance. There is a moment when you touch someone’s hand, and you know: this is more than time – this is eternity in a single moment. Love knows no calendar. It is born in time, but it doesn’t belong to it. Those in love don’t watch the clock – they look at each other. And while the world measures days and years, they measure looks, unspoken words, but are loud. But love grows old too. Not from years but from waiting. From words that didn’t arrive when they should, on time. From galnces that arrived late. And here time reminds us that it is both judge and friend. What we do not say today, we may never have the chance to say again.”
In love, time gains a soul. When you are with someone you love, minutes expand. The space between two glances becomes the whole world. But when you love from afar, time aches—for it becomes empty waiting, standing still while the world moves on. They say real love doesn’t count time. It asks us to be present, not just with our bodies, but with our thoughts, our silence, our gaze. To be there, not just physically, but with our entire being.
Love and time live under the same roof but often pass each other by. I said, love asks for presence, and time – flows relentlessly. And that’s where their silent battle begins: love wishes to last, while time doesn’t know how to stop. They say true love cannot be destroyed. Perhaps that is true. But time can distance us, it can change us. It can take away words we didn’t get to say. Hugs we didn’t have the courage to give. Loves that could have been – if we had time. That’s why love doesn’t seek eternity – it seeks moments. Small, honest, direct. A gaze that lasts more than a second. A touch that doesn’t count time. Talk that makes you forget about the clock. Love isn’t measured in years but presence. Not by the number of days, but how we spend them.That’s why, today, before you leave and check your schedule – pause for a moment. Maybe it’s time to say what you wanted for a long time. Maybe it’s time to give someone your time. Because everything else you can make up for, but not time.
That’s why we must be careful about how and what we spend our time on. Don’t waste it on vein, stupid and pointless things, because that time will never come back. Let others handle those tasks for you, if possible, and spend the extra time you gain on yourself, sharing it with others. Because “the most beautiful gift you can give someone is not a word nor a touch – but time which you will never be able to get back."

JJ Beba ⏳