Borrowed Moments: Do You Need Time?”

“Borrowed Moments: Do You Need Time?”

Time — that invisible traveller, moving with neither haste nor rest, yet leaving footprints on every soul it passes. It is both our most loyal companion and our most elusive captor. We chase it, curse it, plead with it, and yet, when it stands still for a moment of bliss, we hardly notice its grace. Do we really need time, or do we merely need to understand it?

From the first cry at birth to the final whisper of farewell, life unfolds like a fragile manuscript written on the parchment of time. Each second is a syllable, each hour a sentence, and each year a chapter — some joyous, some tragic, all irreversible. Philosophers call it a river that cannot be stepped into twice; saints call it Maya, the grand illusion that veils eternity.

The dilemma of time lies in its duality. It heals, yet it hurts; it builds, yet it breaks. The same clock that ticks beside a child’s cradle tolls beside an old man’s bed. In its impartial rhythm, we discover both our insignificance and our sacredness. Time reminds us that nothing is permanent — and in that impermanence lies beauty.

Spiritually, time is not just a measurement — it is a teacher. It humbles the arrogant, consoles the grieving, and purifies the seeker. It whispers to the restless mind, “Be still — eternity dwells within you.” In meditative silence, one begins to feel that time is not passing outside, but unfolding within. What we call minutes and hours are but waves upon the ocean of consciousness.

And yet, in our modern existence, we barter time as though it were currency. We “save time”, “spend time”, and “waste time” — forgetting that it cannot be owned, only experienced. The irony is sharp: we have clocks on our wrists but no rhythm in our souls. We are prisoners of appointments, not pilgrims of awareness.

So, do we need time? Perhaps not as a measure — but as a mirror. It reflects the journey of our becoming. Without it, growth would be frozen; memories would have no fragrance; forgiveness would lose its healing. Time is not the enemy of eternity — it is its language.

Let us then not fight time, but flow with it. Not fear its passing, but feel its pulse within. To live with time wisely is to live beyond it — where every moment is complete, and every breath eternal.

When hours slip through the fingers of dawn,
And twilight hums a forgotten song,
Pause — for in silence you may find,
The timeless truth that frees the mind.

Do not chase the ticking chime,
For you are the keeper — not of time.
In every breath, the cosmos plays,
Eternity woven through fleeting days.

So when the sun sets, soft and slow,
And shadows dance in evening’s glow,
Remember — the moment you truly see,
Is the moment you’re set eternally free.