The ancient Greeks had two words for it:
1. Chronos – chronological time. Linear, measurable. Quantitative by nature.
2. Kairos – lived time. Subjective and qualitative.
The time that flies… or stands completely still. The time that swallows you whole. Flow. Or better yet – the kind of time that disappears, until only being remains.
“Time flies.” That phrase reveals the gap between experienced time and clock time. Because the clock ticks on – one second per second.
But as the years pass (Chronos), time (Kairos) seems to accelerate. Is it aging, with fewer new impressions – or the ever-faster, overstimulated world swallowing us whole?
“My mission is to touch the soul, and I won’t settle for less.”
What is it – to live with time?
Time is our inescapable companion.
But is she a friend,
or is she a foe?
Time waits for no one,
and refuses to be rushed.
She sets our pace.
She decides.
Surrender.
She carries.
Sometimes she moves too fast,
sometimes unbearably slow.
Agonisingly slow.
A lesson in patience, disguised as time.
She is ever unbothered.
Resistance only wears us down.
Everything in its time.
Steadily forward. Always.
Never back.
Letting go, moving on.
No clinging. Just… forward.
Acceptance. Flexibility.
Trust. Presence.
Insight comes –
with time.
And when she grants us nothing more,
it is done.
For now.
Until another time.
Or eternity.
Our time left, shorter.
Our truths, deeper.
In time…
That is living with time.
Julian – Vita Florentis
