Poet and classical literature aficionado. Lover of the arts. Creator of short stories, poems, and articles. Hostess of The SchellingtonGrin Podcast.
What Time Is It?
Such a strange thing it is, this concept called “time.” What is time, anyway, but a unit of measurement? Such measurement began when humans took up taking account of the movement of the sun, then the movement of the Earth’s orbit around it. Then came the recognition of “day” versus “night” due to the visibility of the sun, which steadily created the concept of hours, minutes, seconds, moments, and days.
Dear 11-year-old Me: You are so loved. You are so worthy of love. You were meant to be a kid, and you should have enjoyed this time as much as possible. You deserved that so much, and I know that it feels awful to have had some of that experience taken away from you. You learned things and experienced things at such young ages—at 3, 5, 7, 9, and now—that left you feeling lost. You were uprooted from a place you loved by a natural disaster and made to move to a place where you were bullied even more for being different.