time is such a beautiful yet mysterious concept. by definition, time is the indefinite continued process of existence and events in the past, present and future, and be can be measured in small increments such as hours, minutes, or seconds, or larger quantities: days, weeks, months, years, and so on and so forth. but does time really exist, or is it a state of mind or being? time can move faster than usual when one is happy or excited. during a rem cycle, a few hours can be wrapped up in a minute or so according to our perspective. yet, time moves slow when we feel a loss of something in our lives, such as missing a friend, lost in a dream, or melancholic-like depression. i'm sure there are many scientific theories proving the continuum of time is possible, but when it comes to the logic of my simple mind, i can relate the concept of time as a past friend or family member. once someone close to you takes their course either naturally or by force, time dies with it, and feels slower than usual. but, until you give enough “time” for you and others to heal, your world won't get any better. don’t worry my friend, have patience with yourself, and don't force your way into things because you didn't wait long enough.