When looking into the future at change, things seems far away and buried behind hurdles of effort. When looking back, where did it all go? In the same breath, I can feel like things are moving at a snails pace, but in the moment, it’s already all in the past.

Often when I think about trips or events I’m looking forward too, my mind is already melancholic with the memory of it being over. I can feel the nostalgia of a family gathering or vacation that hasn’t even happened yet. Concerts coming up, man those were fun. That trip to Greece in July, I’m already feeling the longing of missing it all as I take that final stroll through the airport scrambling to find something to help me remember it all.

Routine and habit, although comforting, seem to play that dual role of distraction and productive progression. Within it all, time is a void within which we each try to fill with things that will somehow help us become victorious in a battle we can’t win. Rich experiences, flow states, moments of clarity, glimpses of enlightenment… all just tiny bubbles in a giant void of carbonation. To what end? Who are any of us to judge how we all fill the void? The emptiness of time? Consume, repress, suppress, repeat.

What if we could just feel the time, the depth of each moment to a point where every detail is absorbed and we become one with the sublime, the divine. Indeed, is it then that time stands still? When the brain is too engulfed to try and register the March of time. The ultimate rebellion, mind games that turn seconds into minutes into hours into days into weeks. You can’t buy it, but we try. One box at a time.