We live in a world where time is our worst enemy.
As we try to understand this world, find meaning, and ultimately make something out of our time here, we race a clock that never stops ticking, never speeds up, never slows down.
I suppose the question then becomes, what to do? How do we spend the seconds, minutes, hours, days of our lives, trying to find meaning?
Because when we form good memories, we find a bittersweet taste in our mouth - the feeling that an experience was so good, we don't want it to end. Or bad memories, which taste sour - so horrible, it scars us, even if we want it to end.
And the clock keeps on ticking.
I think, though, that in our pursuit to find meaning in this life, we want to find meaning IN us. Not just what we are in the equation of life, but why we matter to us. Why am I important to myself?
So in the end, as ephemeral as these memories are, we want them - they give us volume, no matter the taste. We must take advantage of life as much as possible.
The clock keeps on ticking.
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