Time was a significant part of human existence, a peculiar one. For some reason, there was always a flaw with it. Time was going too fast, not fast enough, and people moaned and groaned at the thought of it. Clocks are everywhere, but their presence in a room remain completely dependant on the group of people in it. In a classroom filled to the brim with bite-sized pre-kindergarteners, the clock is dramatically large and hysterically ignored. The children prance, skip, speed and ponder around the room exploring endless shelves of nature booklets and colourful alphabet blocks. Time is a foreign idea, ignored and unimportant, and in comparison to students in high school, this is an extreme opposite. Walking into a high school classroom, you view 25 children daydreaming, rolling their eyes, and staring directly at the clock. They depend their sanity on the clock, as they watch it tick endlessly. Aging is proven, inevitable change. The creativity, enjoyment, and curiosity slowly fade away as success becomes cookie-cutter. University applications become an immense pressure, and ruin the ability to remain your own person. An inevitable tragedy, and the worst part of it all, is time is always blamed. Turning back the clock is a famous saying, because chances are, when you lived it through the first time, you weren’t wholly pleased. It will only get worse, as we speak with parents who are infinitely wishful to regain childhood. A clock represents a lot of things beyond time solely.
The worst part of time is that it goes on. Whether you are waiting for work to end, enjoying every minute of it, or dreading for it to elapse, one day, it won’t mean anything to you. One, unimaginable day, you will be gone, but clocks will still tick as they did, and time will still go on. It is laughable that the younger you are, the more cautious you are to this, and the more you enjoy every second.