I agree man like holy shyt time is the most relentless, unforgiving force in the universe—a merciless dictator we all bow to, willingly or not. It doesn’t care about your plans, dreams, or intentions. It marches on, indifferent to your struggles, joys, or the fact that you just need five more minutes. You can’t argue with it, negotiate with it, or ask it for a pause. It’s always there, smug and unstoppable, ticking away in the background while you scramble to keep up. Like think about it: we’re all prisoners of time. Deadlines, alarms, schedules—everything revolves around its oppressive grip. You're constantly running late, rushing to beat it, or lamenting how much of it you've wasted. And let’s not even talk about how it plays tricks on us. When you’re having a terrible day, time drags its feet, mocking you with every agonizing second. But when you’re happy, truly living in the moment, it speeds up as if it's in a hurry to ruin your bliss. Or worse yet, time is a thief. It robs you of your youth, your energy, and your loved ones. One day, you’re carefree and full of potential; the next, you’re staring at wrinkles, wondering where the years went. It leaves you with regrets, memories, and the nagging feeling that you should’ve done more—because time doesn’t give second chances. What makes it worse is that we’re complicit in its tyranny. We obsess over saving time, managing it, and making the most of it, yet no one ever wins. It’s a rigged game, a cruel paradox: the more you chase time, the more it slips through your fingers. So yeah, time is a bytch. An unyielding, unkind, unfeeling taskmaster we’re all stuck with, for better or
worse.