I work up my temporal strength to hold on to a moment; I revel in the feeling of pain or meditate in the heights or even just listen to silence that slows the clock hands.

But as soon as I get hold of one moment the next few pass quickly. And they always pass eventually, even the ones that pass slow. And so inevitably it seems time has gone by all at once.

My father always told me I’d understand things when I’m older. I’m old enough now to understand that even though I hold onto my youth as much as I can, I’ll look back when I’m older and breathe deeply for no matter how slowly I tried to pass the moments, I could not stop them from passing altogether.