I am always fascinated by the concept of space-time. Space is tangible, surrounding us; but time is unseen, yet powerful, if not, ruthless. It is a one way street, no u-turn. Once time is lost, what does it leave behind?
There are a number of years in my life when time, seemingly, zipped by like blink of an eye. In hindsight, those periods of time are completely foggy to me, fragments of memories. All goodness passed by without me knowing it, or maybe my perception was too coarse to be able to resolve. Later in life, I realized that it was me who created lost time.