It's easy to think we have control. And that we know when we don't. We think we can measure time, distance, and even pain.
What's longer, one minute for the microwave or on the treadmill? It's just a joke I heard, but it got me thinking. Time can be warped by so many things. One minute feels different depending on the activity or day. It can be measured by breaths, the sun, or maybe height of a small child marked against a wall. And even distance. It's solid. Always facts. But, a single distance can feel shorter after doing it day after day. I for one, know all too well how far ten feet can feel after an injury. And I probably shouldn't get started on pain. After you go through enough of it, you think you should get used to it. I know what it means to lie awake at night trying not to scream too loud. And yet, weeks later, with something way less minor, you go through it all over again. You think you know pain, but still can forget it, somehow. All of these things can be warped. Usually per the fault of emotions. But, if you can remember that, and hold on to that, you get ready for it. Life shouldn't be so measured.
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