Time: wasted. Every minute wasted by our incapability to exist in the present. At any point in time, we are either in the past or in the future, never in the present. There is no now, it has become a dimension we cannot access, it has been consumed by the black hole of our desire to live outside the present. Why do I say this you may ask?
It is a good question. Why? We never live in the moment, we dwell on things past, on broken promises, on hurtful relationships, on betrayals. These things dictate our behavior, we make decisions based on our experiences. You would probably say that this is natural, but is it? Nothing is more natural than an infant, it is untouched by our impurity, by the “knowledge” of humanity, by experiences. Only an infant can attain true happiness, only an infant can trust one without any doubt.
Then there is the virus of tomorrow, the vile belief of procrastination, believing that tomorrow will bring the answers. Tomorrow never comes, in a few hours the future will not be the future, it will be the present and since we cannot live in the present we will set our minds forth beyond the clock. We shall envision a landscape in the future, a landscape we can never exist in. Tell me what is the point to it all?
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