Someone told me once that time is relative. The concept felt familiar, yet completely new in hindsight. People always say that time flies when we're having fun, while ticks excruciatingly slow when we're inflicted by adversities. I have always felt it as well, yet never explicitly thought about.

Time, or the lack thereof, always in a way scares me a little. I always imagine a giant sand-clock, draining inevitably, steadily. Attempts to make it slower is futile, for it is beyond one's control.

Last year I read this novel called The Time Traveller's Wife. Now I rarely read Romance, let alone Fantasy-Romance, but I found this book interesting. The girl, Claire, fell in love with the guy when he time travelled to the time when she was 9yo. He came from the time in which they were happily married in the future. He came because she described to him how they met, how she fell in love with him without even knowing by then. For him, time travelling is like sneeze that one can't control. The way it works is that he basically travells to moments that are dear to his heart, moments so precious even without him realizing.

I like that concept.

The idea that moments, memories have some kind of a pulling force. Our lives gravitating around it, defined by it. I find this intriguing.

One of my bad habits is that I think too much. Running around in my head in the attempt to make sense of it all, to find meanings beneath the surface. In a way I think it's a defense mechanism that is unfortunately clipped in me. It is an addiction that I have been trying to battle out of fear. Fear of thinking, of peeling for meanings, any meaning, when there is none. When one should merely be in the moment and nothing else.

When it's meant to be, then it's meant to be. There is nothing one can do to escape it. No point in trying desperately to prolong it, let alone hasten it.

If my heart is meant for you, then it is meant for you.

If not, then the end becomes merely a moment. A moment that will one day makes me think, hopefully with a smile etched on my lips. But for the time being, let me just be in the moment.