Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river that sweeps me along, but I am that river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.*
Jorge Luis Borges

If time were linear,
The moment would have passed,
Forever,
But because time is you,
Even now you may still do that thing
you must do.

*Oliver Burkeman’s Four Thousand Weeks.