Dear Time,

I'm not sure how to react to your time. It's in our human nature to either love you or hate you. There is no in between.

We love you for giving us the memories as we age, we love you for giving us an insight into how long you have lived for and how far our future will go. But we also hate you. Hate you for making us live our lives, for giving us no choice but to either survive or die.

I sometimes wonder, when I watch the news on tv or read about it in the papers if we are all so pathetic to you as I think we are.

Who knows how long you have seen the same things over and over again? How many times you've seen the animals hunt their prey? How many times have you seen families fall apart for ridiculous reasons?

Have you built up hope for yourself that within time, the earth could be so much more and be let down each time?

If you have... I'm not surprised that you do not listen to people's pleas for more time--to turn time back and bring lost ones home. Have they pleaded with you to give them an insight into their future? Their past? Their present?

I'm sorry if they have. We're a very demanding, yet curious race.

But we have good intentions, our hearts are in the right place, don't you worry about that.

I see you Time, as the most knowledgeable thing this world has to offer. You have seen everything, from the moment we were all just molecules and dust floating around in space, to when we first said our first words.

You saw Isaac Newton discover gravity, Charles Darwin discover his theory of evolution and Albert Einstein's relationships between speed, time and distance. You have seen it all. You are our greatest friend and our worst enemy.

I envy you for that.

I will respect you, Time. I will respect you for knowing all that happens and will happen. I just hope that you respect me too so that the pain in the present will not be so hard to move on from, for whatever reason that may be. 

I'm not sure if you will be less merciless in the future. Or if you will cause the end of our world because of us. You're like a mother in a sense, I suppose. Watching your children grow and discover the world. Watching us make the best choices in life, whether that's exploring our tiny planet or becoming the greatest mathematician in the world. But you will also see us make the worst; polluting the planet, racism, drugs...

You were there from the beginning, in every second of our lives, in every part of our history and you will be there even when we are all dead and gone. 

We are ghosts to you.

But it does sound like a very lonesome existence.