Time, the elusive essence that we measure our lives by, is always coming but never arrives. We constantly look to the future for the next big thing, the next milestone, the next adventure. But time keeps ticking, and we never quite catch up to it. We are always in the present, always chasing after a future that never quite materializes. Perhaps it is in the pursuit that we find fulfillment, in the constant striving towards something just out of reach. Whatever the reason, time remains an enigmatic force, forever taunting us with its inevitability.