I came across an article the other day that attempted to explore the concept of time, its seemingly abstract nature, and the components that cause us to question the speed at which it appears to be flying—or, alternately, crawling—by.

It’s one thing to adapt to new ‘norms’ and acclimate to the evolving times we live in. It’s quite another to truly own that reality and be even remotely okay with it.

Two things I enjoy, writing and photography. One thing I claim to never have enough of. Time.

And yet, as we collectively prepare to begin yet another week of whatever this life has become—number three, if memory serves me—how many of us have taken advantage of these idle hours?

For all the talk of social distancing, the wide range of opinions regarding the state of the nation, the planet—pick something—I am continuously struck by the societal divide into two very distinct camps: those who rise to the occasion, and those who remain blissfully ignorant of their role in the bigger picture.