I like that personification of time, especially since we may very well conquer it some day, banish that shit into tartarus.
With time, all things are possible. Chances are, so much fucking time passed that life itself started on it's fucking own. Problem is, individually we humans don't have that much time. The first quarter of the time we get is spent trying to figure basic shit out, and if you're lucky you just might. Plenty of time to figure out what you want to do in life, but if you get it wrong you just wasted a fuck ton of time. For me thats a lot of pressure. I spend more time thinking about how not to waste my time than actually capitalizing on it. I wanna do a lot of things in life, but chances are if I don't commit time to doing one of them I'm going to be shit at everything, and waste whole lot more time, and then I can't go back and change it. Then there is the erosion of will and the spark that's inside you that time is guaranteed to bring on.
How does time affect me ? If there is a word for extreme apathy and intense anxiety simultaneously, that is how it affects me. But like I wrote, anything is possible with time, so there is that little glimmer of hope that just maybe, it'll be okay.