It’s still today.

A day ago this was tomorrow, and it’s difficult to spot the difference because it feels exactly like today

In fact, it feels like today all the time.
It puzzled me when I was a small child, how tomorrow becomes today so seamlessly.
I’ve been trying to spot the transition since I discovered clocks and amazing concepts like ‘midnight’. When I was lying awake in the dark holding my teddy I would puzzle over this. If I looked at the clock, time was going round and round and if I tried to stay up till midnight to see tomorrow become today I always fell asleep.
So I never found out how it changed.

When the family went on holiday, next week seemed to be a million years away and then it was tomorrow and then, suddenly right now, today. I never did work that one out either.

Then there were dentist appointments and next week seemed horribly close, tomorrow was frightfully near. 2 pm Tuesday would come thundering towards me like a herd of elephants.

There was a hell of pain, it took aeons, aeons before it was finally over, leaving me limp and weak as if I had run some unknown marathon.
Surviving pain takes forever, time stops.
Don’t ask me about migraines, I may have grown up now but living within this hell is timeless horror.

Curiously, when pain is over it dissipates into the distant past very quickly, becoming vague and difficult to pinpoint.

When I was a teenager I worked out why time speeds up as we get older. You see, when you are 2 years old a year takes forever because it is half of your life, 50% that’s huge!
When you are 100, it is just 1% of your life. The difference is immense. I remember trying to explain this revelation to my mother who thought I was completely nuts. She thought I was nuts anyway with all the mad things that went on in my head. I used to try explaining a lot of my thoughts to her, she would just give me odd looks and tell me how nice my drawings were. I still think about these same things today.

Time does not exist.
Time is a feeling, it is a perception, it is a movement.
Time is not a thing

I can’t say ‘Here is some time, let me put it in your hand.’ Time is never lost, time is never saved, You cannot find it under the couch nor can you put it in your piggy bank as if it were small change.

No, it doesn’t work like that, it never has and never will,
Time is not real.
Tomorrow is not real.
Yesterday is not real.

Yet we anticipate one and remember the other.
Time is a balancing act in the now.
I am writing this now.
You are reading this now

Time is all around us.
Time is the space in which we exist