Time’s elasticity is a mirror of our own mental bandwidth—when the body is in full sprint, the mind stretches moments into an eternity, yet at the same point it can also compress everything into a single heartbeat. We chase that rush because it reminds us that we’re not just drifting through seconds; we’re actively shaping the present. But the illusion of control dissolves once the track fades—then the only constant is that the pulse of a single breath can be either a storm or a quiet stillness. The real insight might be to recognize that the chase itself is a form of meditation, not a finish line.