But time is not at all useless.
Time is a subjective, man-made concept – or so I’d like to think. It exists, but no one has seen it physically, heard its opinions on politics or smelled its favorite perfume. It’s omnipresent although 80% of the time, I don’t bother looking at the time.
I’ve let go of time a long time ago just like how animals have no sense of the hours that pass us by. The brightness of the sun provides enough guidance on what part of the day it is. With time, I used to hurry and scramble here and there never knowing when I’d smack my head to a wall I haven’t seen before.
But time is not at all useless. Time helped me learn to let go – of all the mundane things that I’ve been keeping inside my head. Letting go of time is, again, a non physical act but I like to think being in Coffine Gurunaru is how it is. I stared onto the void with the occasional passing of the train not knowing how many trains have passed before it already. When I look into a far off distance, the seconds don’t seem to matter. It floats away just like the view of the trees and the buildings gradually becoming smaller.