Apr 08
Regardless of our desires of how slowly or quickly we’d like it to go by, we cannot break from from the self-imposed imprisonment of time.
It does not much matter what I do– it will continue to march on at the pace we’ve assigned it. Until we are gone, it will continue. This is what we’ve done to ourselves! We’ve made our own bed.
Somehow I find comfort in knowing I cannot control time. It tick tick tick ticks on by, with or without my help. Like my heart, which continues to beat even as I fade away into unconsciousness every night, time keeps beating its drum. Every day the sun will rise again. And if it doesn’t, I’ll have bigger problems to worry about than what I’m worrying about now.
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