Trevor Paul

Mrs. Stanford

AP English Language

6 November 2020

Time

The idea of the ever moving and never ending progression of time has always made me

think a lot. The concept of moving forward, no matter what, with no way of turning around or

back, but with the subconscious ability to slow it down or speed it up, but never stopping, has

always intrigued me. Why do we move forward? What is it? Is it possible to go in any other

direction? Does it even exist? I always find it interesting to think about. I think about time

moving as it is right now, it feels slow as I’m writing this but I’ll be done in a flash as I’m busy

and not paying attention to it. One aspect that I used to always think about was how long these

years in highschool have seemed so far, yet I remember march like it was only last week, with

little perception of anything that has happened in between here and there, save for a couple of

major events that have happened in my life. But, these events are different for everyone. So, does

time move at the speed I’m thinking of it as? Or, does everyone have individual control over

their own time and maybe see time pass differently? Another thing I would think about is that

four years for highschool and then another for college feels like it would be forever. But then, if

you asked me about what I would think of the span of time between 1981 and 1985, I would say

it seems like a fairly short amount of time in the grand scheme, even though that itself is four

years. I always think to myself that the good moments in life fly by far too fast and that I would

prefer to live them rather than remember them. Then I would think that if I just thought about the

time while I was living it, it would pass slower and thus I would get to live more. Then I got to a
dilemma that if I were to spend all of my time thinking about time, I would have no time left to

actually go out live with my time. I hear people talking about time in terms of death. I never

understood this as maybe I’m just not old enough to understand what sixty years is really like but

I’ve never thought about something that way, and maybe that's why things fly by so quickly. I

always tend to think in the moment and how things are and how to make them better in the

moment, never looking towards the end goal as it would slow me down and doesn’t interest me.

When I find myself interested in this, I always just think to myself and think more about it and

different aspects of it. I do this all the time without really knowing it. I daze off in class or pace

around my room with little on my mind except what I am doing and anything else that I am

thinking about.