Time as a Subjective Reality: Are We Passing Through Time, or Is It Passing Through Us?

Time… that elusive concept we try to confine within the ticking of a clock, arrange neatly into schedules, and define with precision as if it were something tangible we could grasp. But is time truly what the clock records, or is it what we feel? Is it an objective, rigid entity, or a personal experience shaped by our emotions and awareness?

We do not experience time as it is dictated to us but as it unfolds within us. A single second can be a fleeting spark in a moment of ecstasy or an endless prison in a moment of waiting. How can the same day feel as light as a passing breeze when we are immersed in passion and as heavy as eternity when we are trapped in monotony? How can a short childhood seem longer in our memories than the years of adulthood that slip through our fingers like water?

Time is not a straight line we all move along at the same pace; it is a mirror reflecting our consciousness. We stretch it when we fully embrace the present, and we shrink it when we trap ourselves in cycles of repetition. It is a river that only drowns those who resist its flow, yet carries those who surrender to it toward infinite possibilities.

Perhaps time has never been the one passing through us; rather, we are the ones who shape it,confining or liberating it, making it harsh or gentle. In the end, time is merely a reflection of how we exist in this world and the ultimate question: Do we truly live it, or do we let it pass by without ever being truly present?