The clock ticks in a glorious dance of destiny, a concerto we pretend to understand. Eternity, it seems, has been booked for a conference room meeting, complete with PowerPoints and coffee breaks. Isn't time just enchanting?
In our quest for meaning, we often forget that time itself is but a temporary illusion wrapped in a permanent enigma. The sands of the hourglass laugh at our rigid schedules, their jokes written in cosmic dust.
Have you ever noticed how time glows under the neon lights of progress? Our calendars are like treasure maps, leading us to the promised land of productivity. Each tick a step closer to the ultimate deadline.
Consider the irony: we measure our lives in hours, minutes, and seconds, yet the universe unfolds in epochs, aeons, and eternal perspectives. Perhaps the true measure of time is found in the winks of stars as they drift beyond our reach and reckoning.