If time is an illusion, then I should be able to manipulate the illusion to work better with me. I should be able to say “Look, time, I need more of you at present as I have A, B, C, D and E to get done before even starting on F.”
Time looks back and laughs.
Time tells me that time is nothing to do with time, but with me. I have to make the time. I have to clear the space. Time is mine to do with as I please. It is up to me to prioritise my time. Or prioritise how to use the time.
I look back at time and laugh.
I tell time I don’t have the time to sort out my time.
Time actually sighs. Time says that’s the issue with time.
Time isn’t the problem. It’s how I use it that is.
Time isn’t the illusion. It’s the barriers I place on myself. Used wisely, I can have all the time in the world.
I need to take some time out to work through this. I don’t think time’s on my side here…