Time is something that always passes even when sometimes it looks like it’s not moving at all.
Sometimes time goes slowly while other it goes faster, and it never ceases to go forward.
Usually it is an absolute inversion of what we feel it should be. Time goes faster when we are enjoying ourselves and it moves ever so slowly when we are bored or even in some sort of pain.
Why is this? Why do we feel anxious when waiting for something to happen?