Time; the hardest of all dimensions to come to terms with. It is limitless, yet defines our limits. It is invisible, yet we see it’s visible effects. We all know what it is, yet if asked to define it, we can’t. Even if we stand still, time continues to move forwards; it is relentless and when it has passed it is gone forever.

There is a theory that at the moment of the Big Bang, 14 billion years ago when our universe was blasted into existence, time was born and has been moving relentlessly forward ever since, but go back just one second before the Big Bang and bang goes that theory.

At the instant of our conception we are allotted our quota of time – of which we are ignorant. We let it slip away, till one day we have to face the fact that we have been constantly moving away from our beginning towards our end, and that time, as it always has, will continue without us.

I now have less time before me than I have behind me. My past is gone, seemingly, in the blink of an eye and even though there is plenty of time, it isn’t mine and I cannot access it.

I wonder, how should I spend the last of my time; this priceless commodity? At least in that I have some control – the choices are limitless …