Einstein proved that time is relative. It stretches and compresses depending on speed and gravity.
The Upanishads said something similar thousands of years earlier: “Time is the great devourer, yet it too is an illusion created by the mind.”
When you’re deeply in love, an hour feels like a minute. When you’re waiting for bad news, a minute feels like an hour. Time bends to your state of being.
So maybe time isn’t a straight line at all. Maybe it’s a river that flows differently for each of us.
The real question isn’t “how much time do I have?” It’s “how present am I in the time I’m given?”
Because in the end, it’s not the clock that matters. It’s the quality of the moments we actually live.
