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“Lost time is never found again.”(Benjamin Franklin)
“Lost yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset, two golden hours, each set with 6 diamonds. No reward is offered, for they’re gone forever.” (Thomas Mann)

Sometimes a friend, many times a foe, time has been measuring each heartbeat of our way regardless of our own conception of it. Every second that passes our mind and body leaves a mark that time was there. However, it is through the way we let it pass, that time shapes our beings. For seconds can be counted, but never caught. As Nichita Stanescu said “if only every second wouldn’t always belong to the past,” I believe that lost time is never found again, for none can re-live what has already happened, yet memories keep it alive.
On one hand, there is the time caught in Newtonian formulas… the time put in equations, the time measured by hourglasses, horologes, and circles in the hearts of the trees. This kind of time is a one way road, never coming back, just passing and altering things with its touch. It is irreversible and rapidly flowing like a whirling stream, reminding us of the fleetingness of life. “Real time”, as I would call it, is the pen we use to write our history, while taking a step forward in getting closer to eternity, to an unknown future.
On the other hand, memories stand for a time of emotions, dreams and great expectations, a time of wonders that does not need stiff reference points like past, present or future. The “emotional time,” therefore, is a quiet sea, hosting the essence of our being in memories, desires, hopes and fabulous quests. For instance, our memory is like an old attic where precious stuff lay next to the toys of the childhood and dusty family portraits. There’s no chronology in there. The emotional time is a “Where” not a “When”, a magic place of self finding, rebuilding, rearranging…where past mingles with present and future; for it is through the lens of the past that we look to our future.
How, then, can this be possible? How can somebody go back or travel forward in this static time of emotions that seems to bend as it pleases and defy the rules of the universe? It might be because of the relative way we see ourselves in keeping with reality. We do not conceive reality in absolute terms, but translate it in conventions that allow us to build it as a subjective map. We live, feel, think according to this map, acting and reacting to the symbols we used for the translation. Changing the symbols is changing the parameters of the map, and consequently, changing what we call reality. We are the ones who decide what stays on the map. Therefore lost time lies somewhere on that map. It is true that one can never reach it, as to let it pass through again, but it will always be there as a guide to what it is called future. In a way, the emotional time is our most intimate and cherished work of art, because it mirrors the essence of our lives. The emotional time is what we create, what justifies us as beings, what ennobles us, as the Pascal’s reed, in a universe that annihilates the ephemerides.
On the whole, time, in its complexity, reveals who we are, or better said why we are in a certain way. Seconds that fly our beings leave marks on the maps of our soul. It is true they will never return, nor will they ever be found, but the marks behind will guide us through the time ahead. To sum up, there is, indeed, a time that measures our wasting… but there’s another that dignifies our passing through life.

ps: thank you sis' :)