Time is a friend and a foe. The first thing I thought of when I read this question was that being present and mindful of the moment one is currently experiencing is the only way to defy time; the illusion of it passing is broken slightly. But I imagine that time is a foundation upon which may other human experiences are built: Memories seem to be important, but without time they wouldn’t be possible?
A friend of mine used to follow a pretty girl in the hallways at school.
He used to say that he was 1 second away from having his dick up her ass.
Time matters.