“Measuring time is a silly concept, ” I remember telling him, “it binds you, it rushes you, it dominates you. Every day you’re in a haste, trying to beat the clock, trying to beat deadlines, all for what? We’re going to end up the same way, anyway.” He laughed at my silly nuance, as he always did when I said something.
Today, we have our 50th ‘anniversary’, a concept which uses years to measure time. Do we love each other any more, than day one? Possibly not. It’s a yardstick however. We have grown old together, and we can put a number to it. I think I now know why humans measure time. It validates us, it rests our chaotic lifes, a bit.