Kray the krobbit

Once upon a time, a thousand krobbits woke up and found themselves inside a huge magician's hat. Krobbits are neither hares nor rabbits. Though they hop and have long ears like bunnies, they have the face of a Persian cat and a tail of a Samoyed pup. Inside their little and dark limited world, they all wanted to escape and see what's beyond the brim of the hat. After weeks and months of jumping, the krobbits decided to pile up so each of them could take turns climbing onto the peak of their hill and try to make a big leap to freedom. But no one ever made it to the brim of the magician's hat. Despondent and exhausted, they all went down and decided to give up jumping, except for one krobbit, Kray. Unperturbed, Kray continued jumping, looking at the sky, wondering what those little twinkling things are during the night and what that burning thing is during the day. The krobbits would watched Kray and together they would tell her to just give up jumping, because there's no use, they say, jumping. But unmindful of what her fellow krobbits say, Kray kept jumping.

One day the krobbits woke up and found that no one in the hat is jumping. They looked around and searched for Kray, thinking that she has finally given up jumping. But Kray is not with them. They looked up to the brim of the magician's hat and there they saw Kray looking down at them. Kray smiled and waved at everyone triumphantly before she finally left to have a taste of the world outside the magician's hat.

No one realized Kray was a deaf krobbit who didn't hear that she had been told many times to give up jumping. So her legs became stronger and powerful enough to make one big leap after years and years of jumping.

Sometimes, indeed, it pays to not hear krobbits who'd say, "Give up trying." It also pays to think there's no magician who will pull us krobbits out of the huge hat we are in.

Is speed of time relative?

The last 60 seconds of a basketball game is a signal that the game is coming to an end. Whether your team is defending to win by a margin of 1, 2, 3, or 10 points, working twice as hard for a deadlock and extension, or gunning for a one-point advantage, one minute is not the same in length FOR the two competing teams.
      
Sixty seconds of red light on the road could be like the whole morning.  You drum your fingers on the driving wheel impatiently as though it will hasten time. Instead, you feel that it turns into a viscous substance that flows sluggishly whenever you're in a hurry. You won't feel that way though if you're driving for someone whose company makes you forget the limits of space and the passage of time.

And if you're a boxer, the last 60 seconds of the fifth and succeeding rounds, granting that you will last, could be a lifetime if you happen to be an outclassed boxer who is running out of wind and wits. And for the superior boxer, the fight could be happening with inconceivable rapidity that he feels dissatisfied with the quick passing of his moments of glory.