Time moves forward regardless of our opinions. The days are shorter and the past is fading. Every day farther away. Everyone claims to know the truth, yet we all are truly blinded, if not by one thing, then definitely by another. Illusions. Mind games. Division. Reality is too real to ignore. It isn’t healthy to try. The best approach is to ride it out. To live it. It’s hard. But it’s worth it. I know, I know it’s not a fact. But I gotta say it. After all, I believe it. I know I’m generally against predetermined belief systems. I think it’s important to stay optimistic though. Too much darkness not to. Life can be stress and suffering and sometimes nothing much more or less. We don’t always appreciate all we should until it’s too late. It’s heartbreaking. Growing older. Regretting. Doubting. Trying to break free. Things to unlearn and to let go of. It seems like mental gymnastics. Sometimes what’s interesting seems to make life more complicated. Thinking is good to a degree. Moderation. In every sense of the word. Time. It seems crazy that it could be infinite. For us, it seems limited, and it’s short. Life is too short. It’s long in a way, but when you really get down to it it’s really too short. It’s crazy but it is what it is. For years I tried to rebel at the system, always pointing out what’s wrong in the world. Police brutality. Government corruption. Inequality and injustice. So much of it. Never ending. I realized I was hurting myself and the people I interacted with. I was nurturing hate in my heart, at the world and at what it allows to happen. At humanity. It took me years to heal from that, and now I see the importance in not allowing hate to corrupt us. Existential dread. We all know it. Fear of the unknow. Fear of death and of what comes after. Ultimately, fear of life, of the experience of life as we know it. Time, moving forward. Some are trying to use it to the fullest, while they have it. Some are trying to kill it. Time, that is. Trying to find ways of letting it pass by. Most are somewhere in between. We kill time when we’re bored. We use it wisely when we feel motivated or inspired. For a cause. For a certain reason. Something important. Personal. Something to live for. Something to die for? All kinds of people have been inspired by all kinds of things, and all kinds of people, since the beginning of time. We are all influencing each other, if not consciously then unconsciously. Every image, every sound. Every thought, every word. Time is life. Time is sacred. I think it would benefit us to remember this more often. It isn’t wise to waste it. That doesn’t mean don’t have fun, or don’t enjoy your life. Definitely do that. Do what makes you happy. Truly happy. Do whatever means a lot to you. Do things for those you love. Love the world and life in general. Do things that are good for you and for the world. Live your life. Learn to love it because it doesn’t last forever.
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