I like that personification of time, especially since we may very well conquer it some day, banish that shit into tartarus.
With time, all things are possible. Chances are, so much fucking time passed that life itself started on it's fucking own. Problem is, individually we humans don't have that much time. The first quarter of the time we get is spent trying to figure basic shit out, and if you're lucky you just might. Plenty of time to figure out what you want to do in life, but if you get it wrong you just wasted a fuck ton of time. For me thats a lot of pressure. I spend more time thinking about how not to waste my time than actually capitalizing on it. I wanna do a lot of things in life, but chances are if I don't commit time to doing one of them I'm going to be shit at everything, and waste whole lot more time, and then I can't go back and change it. Then there is the erosion of will and the spark that's inside you that time is guaranteed to bring on.
How does time affect me ? If there is a word for extreme apathy and intense anxiety simultaneously, that is how it affects me. But like I wrote, anything is possible with time, so there is that little glimmer of hope that just maybe, it'll be okay.
Long time ago, too bad I didnt read it, I saw a book on biorythms with lots of graphs and I just flipped through the pages and it seemed fascinating in how much we know about human biology. That said when it comes to time I cant really say what it is.
One simple view is that time is not existent and that it is simply a measure of change of things.
Other view is that time is dimension of its own.
Which ever the case Id say time is not linear in sense that things happen in string of events that always follow the same path. I say this simply that I think there is more to time than simple timeline of things. Maybe perhaps I was just watching too much sci fi. lol
Time is what gives you wrinkles. I'm repeating Daddy, who's repeating Zen, but... Time is the engine of change. Only so much can change from moment to moment - the distance a particle moves at the speed of light, to be exact. The amount of change you have in you is what's left of the speed of light when you've subtracted your acceleration in space and your acceleration towards everything that is exerting gravity on you. I have no idea if this makes sense, so consider it my little, late night, aspergian attempt at cosmic poetry.
Most importantly, Time is this awesome Klezmer tune: