Hello, fellow travellers. I, like you, am just passing by—here for a moment, but soon to be gone.
A “lifetime” feels like a lot of time—it feels like forever, even. It is all of the time we will ever have and encompasses all of the chances and opportunities we will have, take, or miss out on. It is time with which we can (theoretically) do anything.
The reality, however, is that we are constrained by the customs of our societies and never seem to have enough time for the things that are important to us. We want our time spent working to fly by while we want our time with friends and family to only crawl. We wish for more time, for time to move quicker, for time to move slower, to be able to skip times of hardships and be present for times of pleasure. We wish for pauses in time so that we can compose ourselves and organize our lives.
But time pays us no mind.
It pushes on, indifferent to the desires of its dependents, to reach its own goals. It pushes on simply to uncover new beginnings and ends, paying no mind to what or who it creates and destroys. Time, as we can only ever know it, is unending. It desires only to move forward.
As much as I would like to settle here and make it my home, I cannot. Time forbids permanent residence in any and all of its domains—we are only its guests.
So again, hello. I am just passing by.
I like it here, but since I cannot stay, I hope only to make a small mark while I am able. I want to share my musings and my highs and my lows and my accomplishments and my failures. I want to share a mote of what it means to live before I do not—before all traces of me are obscured and forgotten via the unabating passage of time.
Though I am at the beginning of my journey, and you may or may not be further along yours, I am honoured that our peregrinations have intersected, even if for but a moment. Our paths may vary, but we all end up in the same place.
Until next time–
Memento mori.
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