The constancy of time can be a kind of comfort.

Even when we’re overwhelmed by the busyness of life. Tasks, responsibilities, interests … all of it.

Whether we get it all done or not, time continues to move. It doesn’t panic. It doesn’t worry. It doesn’t slow in sympathy or rush in impatience.

It merely continues on as it always has.

We can fight it, but better to accept it as a loyal companion.