My relation with time varies from time to time, ironically.
On a daily basis, I see time speeding away as i run around trying to make all ends meet.
I see time always ahead of me as it races me, every single day. Time seems to be passing as I stand still, stuck on the task ahead of me. I also feel guilt. Of wasting time when I should be doing something productive. But that only occurs to me when the time has passed.
I find it hard to keep track of time when I’m doing something, taking a nap or even just conversing with friends. Time manages to escape me.