I have wasted you
And killed you
And bought you
And begged for you
And sometimes I have lain awake listening to you tick past
Have you ever been freaked out by the fact that time is passing?
It’s a irreplaceable and limited commodity. The only habitat for all the existence we’ve ever known. And it’s running out!
Everything that happened before this moment is merely a memory. Memories fade.
Have you ever thought about how infinitely small an amount of time we exist in. Every moment becomes the past the moment we touch it. We have a Midas touch for making everything into memories. And memory is a rusting metal.
Think of that dot of the present, rushing along the string of time, rushing into the future, trailing a long line of memories like the string of cloud that an airplane drags.
In case you thought so, I’m not actually having a nervous breakdown. I just like to freak myself out sometimes.
All the existence I’ve ever known is made up of memory. I live in a memory world. All my thoughts are based on the past if even the recent past. All my expectations of the future are built of my memories of the past.
All my life is memory, but I am more than my life. You and I are eternal souls existing beyond our experience of existence. Made for a purpose.
I suppose this is a rather pointless rambling, but the wonders of existence and time blow my mind. And I like to have my mind blown now and then.