Time

Time is said to be the great equalizer. Cold and unbiased. Unfeeling to the plight of man as it marches on. Immutable, unflinching, fair. Everyone gets the same allotment of hours per day. To use as they see fit. A finite resource. More valuable than money or power. Once it’s gone, that’s it. It is the one thing that uses the same standard of measurement throughout the world. Seconds, minutes, hours. Tick, tock.

It is the one thing powerful men fear passing as it marks the end of their reigns. The young squander on trivial pursuits and the dangling fruit that all advertisers and business promise to seal the deal.

“This will be something that will save you time!”

And yet, time seems to be the most subjective thing ever. A place can be backwards or out of date from the rest of the world. A place where old traditions still live and . It can fly past us in a blur. Stolen away. Unnoticed. Years and months go by and everything is too late. A moment can last forever. Memories replayed over and over again.

And sometimes… it runs out.