You find yourself waiting and then waiting again for that time that is far ahead of you. There is no past because the waiting is before you and it lingers in a timeless fashion even though it has a specific time.
You think ahead to the time that is not yet now and imagine where you will be seemingly forgetting where you are now. You are already at that place that that time has not reached.
I say there is no past but while waiting for what has not reached its time settles now for that “life review” that you’ve done each time countless times when you find yourself waiting for a time that has not yet arrived. All those regrets, those re-dos that cannot be redone and those forgotten people whose names you suddenly remember now (but normally could not) in the midst of this slowly passing time which has not yet occurred.
You know that the arrival time will arrive and that those quick gazes at your watch doesn’t bring the time closer although you’re sure that it will. “Looking at the time often must make time move faster!” you say to yourself since science is not your major.
I’ll distract myself to make time move faster knowing that I’ve just divulged my hidden plot to myself. (So much for clandestine operations.)
When you know that time is time and each minute contains only what the previous minute showed as the present passing minute exhibits.
How do you pass time? Is it looking toward what is yet to be or a backwards towards (can you even do a “backwards towards?”) that looking back at the past somehow changes the past and hurries the future?