No time is virtually impossible. It does not exist. Time has always been present even when humans were not. Time will always be ticking away when humans are gone as well. There are instances in time which mean “no time at all,” but that is impossible. The smallest amount of time measured up to date is the attosecond.
Between the smallest measurable time possible which is an attosecond and a second, which is the basic International System unit of time there are nine other measurements in that second. There is no possible chance in those different divisions within the second that there is a very brief moment in which there is no time being measured.
Time is a continuous and endless concept. It’s like trying to explain what infinity is. There is no such number that infinity represents. It is beyond our ability to grasp what no time or infinity stand for. There is no ending point for infinity because it goes on forever; no time is the opposite of infinity because no time can never happen where as infinity is continuous and will always be there.
I used to ask my mom how much she loved me when I was younger. Her response was always, “I’ll only stop loving you when there is no time left to love you.” It always used to interest me because that meant that she would love me forever, infinitely until the day she died but the concept was perpetual due to the fact that there will always be time. I would smile back and excitedly say, “well, I love you infinity times infinity.” Of course, this is not possible because infinity is already the biggest number or measurement of something. I was oblivious of that though, so I would just smirk thinking that I was the cleverest kid around.
Short Amount Of Time
A short amount of time would fall under the category of the closest thing to zero time which is an attosecond to a couple of days. This would mean an average of 48 hours, or 2,880 minutes, or 172,800 seconds, or 82,944,000 attoseconds.
Death. Falling in love. A bomb going off. A heart attack. Vision. Taking a picture. Adrenaline. Lightning. Taste-buds tasting a vanilla cupcake. So many things can happen within an attosecond. So much changes within a second. One minute everything is perfect and the next day your whole life could combust into an explosion of disasters, betrayals, regrets, happiness, love, and experiences.
The ironic thing though is that time can be so specific but at the same time, it can be so vague.
A minute of pure bliss, it was something that I will always remember. It was the summer of 2012. The event I was at, was the U.S. Open Of Surfing. The location was in the famous “surf city,” Huntington Beach, California. I am not quite sure of the exact time that it was at the moment but the time was moving towards the late afternoon and into the sunset. My favorite band was playing, Group Love. I was on the beach wearing my favorite ACDC vintage T-shirt, my Clubmaster Raybans, my favorite red bikini bottoms, and a hat I had won in a raffle earlier that day. At that moment I was with my sister. The song that I had been waiting for all concert finally came on, Tongue Tied. The crowd went crazy, enthusiastically jumping with joy and simultaneously waving their hands in the same motion to the beat of the song. I screamed to my sister, “let’s go up!” She just smiled and we screamed to the people near us, “we want to go up!” They lifted my sister and I in the air. We let our bodies melt into the support of the concert goers below us. I began screaming the lyrics to the song as I knew them all by heart without even having to think about them. I remember not being able to enunciate all the lyrics because I just kept laughing. I was so happy in that moment. I looked out behind me and there was the ocean, looking more calm than it ever did, the sun was just beginning to reach the horizon as it created vibrant colors in its endless canvas, the people with smiles that reached from one side of their face all across to the other side of their face, and then I looked at my sister. Our eyes met and we both smiled, I had forgotten of everything else and in that moment I knew that everything was perfect. Everything was in slow-motion as I tried to soak it all up because I knew that it could only last for so long.
Some time would be longer than a couple days but no more than a couple years. If so much can happen within the span of an attosecond and a second then imagine how many things could transpire when there would be around three billion attoseconds.
“Some time,” is the term that most people use when they don’t know exactly how much time is going to be needed in order for something to happen. “Some time” allows them for a huge span of specific times in which that things could happen.
“Oh, honey! I’ll be over in a few minutes.” “I’ll be done in a little.” “Just give me a couple more seconds.” “We’ll get back to you in a couple days.”
Over the period of some time many things can happen that can change someone’s life forever. Over the span of a couple years I went from being a happy young girl who woke up everyday with a smile, excited for the new day to a sad young woman who just wanted to get through the day and go to sleep. I went from being enraptured about everything to not having any emotion or opinions about the things that once use to excite me. The smallest of things use to put a smile on my face, like seeing my cat after being at school. But now, not even that can put a smile on my face. I try to be thrilled with things that go on in my life but I am not able to. I have been intoxicated with a venom that I would have never thought possible could get in my body and poison every inch of it. I wish that I could feel enlivened and captured by the everyday miracles and events. I just always picture myself running in a dark tunnel. Every time I get close to the end of the tunnel, it gets longer and I am never able to reach the other side. I can remember how I felt when I use to see my cat or how I use to get a swarm of butterflies in my stomach the night before a trip, an adventure, or an escapade; but I can’t feel that way anymore, I can only remember. Every night before I fall asleep I look through every photo I have on my phone to remind me that it’s still possible to feel out how I use to feel in those photos. It is still possible to reach the end of the tunnel.
The thing that strikes me the most and leaves me speechless is how things can change in some amount of time. Just three years ago I was carefree, untroubled, radiant, satisfied, joyous, and thrilled with life. What happened?
After feeling the same way for so long, it can have an effect on your body.
Love: it’s your crush, then you’re falling in love, then you love that person, and finally passion. Sad: first you’re upset, then unhappy, then miserable, and finally it transforms into depression. Scared: you get startled, then nervous, later afraid, then terrorized, and afterward it becomes a phobia.
A long time can be after a couple years, to decades, centuries, and forever. A long time is the length of a human being’s life span. A long time is the longest time that a human being can ever experience because as far as we know, we become dead to life and everything in it, including time. When the day comes when we will no longer breath and our heart will stop beating, so will our time; but that does not mean that time will stop. Time will go on forever; it will last infinitely.
If one looks at a timeline of time, there is no way to see the beginning or the ending of time. There has never or will there ever be zero time. And there won’t ever be the end of time. Time is the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.
Try to think of infinity. It’s impossible to even think of the ending of infinity or to measure it. Infinity is limitless, just like time.
Every night before I go to sleep my mom comes into my room and she whispers, “Goodnight my sweet love. I love you always and forever. Dulce Sueños.” I just smile and go to sleep because I am satisfied that she will love me forever. I mean, forever is a long time anyway.