相識恨太晚

What is time? Recently I've been thinking the very concept that runs against us always - Time. What is time? The ticking between the seconds? The span of our life? The continuum of the universe? How did we become bounded by it?

We could have been a lot of things, but we could very well have not been. Things are the way they are now not because they are meant to be, but they just became how they are.