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exponential increase in no. of posts
because i am so bored boo
nonetheless food for thought.
why do we subscribe to the notion of time? who ever dictated that Tuesday would come after Monday? effectively people divided a year into 52 weeks and 365 days but how did they do that? if time is infinite, it does seem as if you're allocating days and hours based on a finite number.
it's strange how we remember in moments. certain moments in our past stand out vividly, they're like blaring spots in our memory that do get blurry after some time but then if we're not careful they'll come back. the painful spots will come back burning brighter than ever, and the pleasant spots somehow dissipate with time. hindsight is such a biatch.
then there comes the anticipation of the future which will soon pass us by. and become the past. but so much excitement is built up upon these precious future moments that we tend to forget that they too will become the past.
and then we say to live in the present, to savour every moment, but when you're really in the moment, does it happen? there's never a boombashakala explosive feeling that occurs. i'd love to live in the moment, but the irony is that a moment is characterised by moments in our past and moments to come.
'and in that moment, i swear we are infinite.' such an oxymoron.
nonetheless food for thought.
why do we subscribe to the notion of time? who ever dictated that Tuesday would come after Monday? effectively people divided a year into 52 weeks and 365 days but how did they do that? if time is infinite, it does seem as if you're allocating days and hours based on a finite number.
it's strange how we remember in moments. certain moments in our past stand out vividly, they're like blaring spots in our memory that do get blurry after some time but then if we're not careful they'll come back. the painful spots will come back burning brighter than ever, and the pleasant spots somehow dissipate with time. hindsight is such a biatch.
then there comes the anticipation of the future which will soon pass us by. and become the past. but so much excitement is built up upon these precious future moments that we tend to forget that they too will become the past.
and then we say to live in the present, to savour every moment, but when you're really in the moment, does it happen? there's never a boombashakala explosive feeling that occurs. i'd love to live in the moment, but the irony is that a moment is characterised by moments in our past and moments to come.
'and in that moment, i swear we are infinite.' such an oxymoron.
“some people feel like they don't deserve love. they walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”
“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
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