Here we are again, day in, day out, and year in, year out, and nothing remain the same! Or is it? We blame the time. “The time has changed,” we say. What part of time has changed, I wonder? Or is it a metaphor to blame humans for not being adaptive to time? It seems to me that everything has changed except time, yet we blame it all on it.

There are volumes of literature, oceans of science, hundreds of hypothesis and theories about the definition of time. The question has always been: “What is time?”

Einstein ran out of blackboards and chalks trying to answer that, which also begs the notion, what if the question was, “Who is time?” Would the answer be a human, or something else? Would we be able to communicate with them? What kind of personality would time have? Patient, most would presume. Consistent would also be at the top of the chart. What else? Old? Wise, maybe?

Would it be fair to say that time is just? Rich, or poor? Does time care about what humans do? Would time look back at 2020 and say, “You know what? This year has been hard and confusing to most, so I will speed things up a little in 2021.” Although, what would that mean if it did? Does time have authority over the sun and the moon, asking them to spin the way they do?

Would it be nice to ask time, “What the hell are you doing with my body when you do whatever the hell it is you do? Is it you that make me get old and weak, or is it that my body has a biological clock of its own? Does being immortal mean that you have no jurisdiction on the body? Or is it that time and death are best buddies?”

We often hear the phrase, “The right place at the right time.” Does it mean that time could be wrong? And by being wrong do we mean that it skips hours, minutes or even seconds? We also say, “Oh, I was just killing time.” Does that mean that the notion of time is a living entity that could be killed is valid? Or it is just another human ignorance?

Humans always tend to like to overcomplicate everything. I often wonder why that is. I guess it’s simply because we refuse to adapt and accept change, and regard simplicity as an act of insanity in some cases. Seriously, how would you react if someone told you, “I am actually trying to reinvent the wheel,”? Would it be fair to acuse them of being dumb, stupid, or even a psycho? What if the wheel could have been invited differently? Or more appropriately, Why wheels?

All aviation and physics rules that humans know today suggest that a bee cannot fly! But fortunately for the bees they did not attend Harvard, MIT or Oxford. Are bees wrong? Or do we have to “reinvent” the aviation physics?

The same with time, even in the creative minds of authors of fiction. They always have to create a plot to convince the reader that they applied some of these rules. For example, to travel in time, there has to be a machine or some sort of a time warp, or going into some remote place with certain circumstances, etc. I am not a scientist, not am I a writer or a novelist. I just like to think that I have a mind of a bee.

I like to think that there is no time, and it is just something humans invented to organize their everyday life.

Time is just a tool or gadget. It has no connection with us, our feelings, or with our memories. The joy I had when I caught a big fish has nothing to do with time. The joy I had when I looked at her eyes would not matter if it was day or night. The sorrow I felt when my parents passed away makes time meaningless. The dimension that music takes me to can never be killed or passed like people think time could do.

As bees don’t care what humans think about flying and fly anyway, I don’t care about what humans think about time and wish you a happy new bee’s year.