Time is relative. Something you have plenty of, but keep running out of. You always keep putting off things for “some other time”, “the right time”. And you always keep regretting, “if only I had done it at that time”, “those were the times”, “I didn’t get time”. Whoever invented the pendulum clock got it exactly right. No amount of technological advances, digital accuracy, and atomic precision can encapsulate what the pendulum clock signifies.
Time is Life, swinging back and forth between the memories of your past and the dreams of your future, making time travellers of us all, just giving us that momentary glimpse of the present as you swing between your regrets and your hopes.