I have this obsession of knowing what time it is, so much so that I get nervous when I am unable to see the time. I don’t know if it stems from time being such a pillar of society or simply just my anxiety. I don’t know if it is because I can lose myself inside my head and knowing what time it is in the outside world is a way to bring me back to reality. Time rules our lives from the day we are born to the day we die. Our time is tracked and recorded. Our time of birth, our time of death. Both printed on certificates, both important.
Time is powerful
Time is in charge
Time is precious
Living it Up Halfheartedly 