Alright class, settle down, it’s time for some elementary math.
There are 60 seconds in a minute 60 minutes in an hour 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. One day is made up of 1440 minutes or 86400 seconds. In a week there are 168 hours 10080 minutes or 604800 seconds.
Multiply that by 2 and you get 14 days 336 hours 20160 minutes or 1209600 seconds. If every second I walk 0.17 feet 900 seconds or 15 minutes later I could’ve walked a mile.
672 is the number of miles I can walk until I see you again
That’s 25 and a half marathons but…
Time is a couch potato
He scoffs at my penning pointless numbers and calculations because no matter how fast I scribble or scurry, a second is still a second, 2 weeks is still two weeks, and even if I managed to run 25 and a half marathons in a week, I’d be no closer to you than Time would allow.
Time is a paradox- always here and always leaving. I can’t escape him or catch him. He only gives me one second at a time, and I don’t get to choose which second that will be. If I could I’d take the second our eyes meet after a distance of 25 and a half marathons apart, and I’d stretch that second into eternity. Frozen is the only place Time can’t reach. If I could I’d freeze my brain, so my memories could remain even while the rest of me decays.
I’m so tired of running in place.
My future, past, and present selves race at varying speeds, but we’re are all stuck at the same yellow light, waiting for it to turn green so when I put my foot on the gas I can pretend I’m speeding toward you and when I arrive at home there will be only 25 marathons left until you come home too.