{"id":11384,"date":"2015-11-18T06:48:44","date_gmt":"2015-11-18T14:48:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/?p=11384"},"modified":"2015-11-16T12:50:24","modified_gmt":"2015-11-16T20:50:24","slug":"look-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nexusnewspaper.com\/newsite\/2015\/11\/18\/look-time\/","title":{"rendered":"Look<\/em>: Time"},"content":{"rendered":"

What is time, anyway? I want to pinpoint this question down very narrowly because time seems to be this illusion that never stays on track. When I need time, I don\u2019t have it; when I don\u2019t need time, time seems to stand still. Always.<\/p>\n

I know this sounds very metaphysical. I only ask because there are times in my life as a student when I swear someone is playing with the clock. I am amazed how all of my timepieces seem to jump ahead unanimously.<\/p>\n

Maybe time is just an illusion. When I think of the lists of activities, responsibilities, jobs, homework, tests, and work that I have to do, I often panic, and the clock speeds up suddenly; the deadline has come and all I\u2019ve done is worry and fret. Yet, when I engage myself in the moment, in the here and now, and find my space in the present physical form, I become a magician and time slows down.<\/p>\n

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Look<\/em>, a column looking at life as a student, appears in every issue of Nexus<\/em>.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Life moves fast. Time needs to slow down. I need to taste, touch, smell, feel, sense, and see. Already it is November and the cold air has become best friends with the rain and fog. I wake at four and I fall asleep long after eleven. Time ticks on like marching minions.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I wake with the impressions of textbooks ingrained in my face. Sometimes I forget that I should have read more of my textbooks. Sometimes I promise myself that when I find more time I will put in<\/i> more time.<\/p>\n

Do we ever find more time?<\/p>\n

We are at week 10. When did that happen? So, suddenly, one project has morphed into a whirlwind of activity like leaves caught up in the swirling wind.<\/p>\n

And I take a deep breath and hold it in my chest before exhaling it slowly and looking around. I recite the objects in my mind as I count my breaths. Then I bring myself back to the moment so I can be present in my beautiful life.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What is time, anyway? I want to pinpoint this question down very narrowly because time seems to be this illusion that never stays on track. When I need time, I don\u2019t have it; when I don\u2019t need time, time seems to stand still. Always. I know this sounds very metaphysical. I only ask because there […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":11057,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,155],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11384","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-columns","category-november-18-2015"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t