Time is not real. It’s an illusion. We set dates for a short feeling of importance and memories that will soon empty. We set unnecessary goals to be accomplished at a certain age only to prove to ourselves that we are nothing, nothing but dust dragging along with the wind. Catching nothing but particles and fibers to consume to make ourselves feel whole.
We are not meant to be whole.
We are literally just counting down the minutes to when our flesh starts to rot.