That is the story of life after all, isn't it? Killing time until time kills you. Pretty desolate if one thinks about it. Well, let's collect memories, lots and lots of them, all before we might realise that our lives were just a shimmer!
The sun sets and it is another reminder of the sheer fragility of time, a reminder that death and decay are always closer than we think
Death is what gives our lives urgency, an awareness that time isn't infinite.
But we are always running out of time. There is never enough time. That is the sad predicament of life: To never have enough time. To start dying the second you are born…
Watching as the water moves along I am once again reminded of the endless passing of time, the cruelty of it, how curial and amazing is it that no moment can last forever, and thus we have to learn to live with our mortality,
Everything is in flux, everything moves all the time. Nothing remains the same forever.