It's a strange thing, but when you are dreading something, and would give anything to slow down time, it has a disobliging habit of speeding up. ~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Time is a funny thing.
It can move as slowly or as quickly as it wants, depending on your own hopes and wishes...
...and yet, it is so entirely reliable all at the same time. Things repeat themselves in the most calm and reassuring cycle. Dates and times moving forward and yet circling in a gradual loop.
365 days in a year. 28-31 days in a month. 7 days in a week.
But I will admit...sometimes, I wish I could make time move as I chose.
I wish I could borrow Hermione's Time-Turner.
I wish I could freeze moments in time...those moments that make you feel more alive than you've ever felt in your life...your skin afire and your breath tingling like electricity in your lungs.
I wish I could speed up certain events...passing through the heartbreak of the current moments, silencing the inner struggles and casting away the Dementors in my own mind as easily as though I wielded the power of the Patronus.
I wish I could rewind...go back to moments in my past and fix them...make different decisions and not act like such a foolish child, and maybe save myself some pain and heartache in the long run.
But then I realize...what purpose would that serve?
What would I learn if I change my past?
What would it serve to me to feel nothing of pain or sorrow...what growth would I obtain?
And if certain moments were frozen and repeatable, what sort of precious would they be? Would they not fade into something trivial and empty, nothing to be rejoiced it at all?
As much as I envy Hermoine her Time-Turner...
...I do think that I shall live in the present
and savor my own moments
as they occur.
"So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." ~Matthew 6:34