Time is an illusion and what mean by that is, time robs us of enjoying the now. If the past is over and nothing more than a memory why do we hold onto it so much? Because of time lines. Events that took place in our lives to mark significance in either joy or tragedy. But if it is the past why do we keep track? Why do we hold onto those painful moments and allow them to control our "now" time? And if the future isn't here yet why are we constantly trying to plan for it? Also robbing us of our now time. So I say time is an illusion, there is only here and now. Just don't be late to work.
Copyright © Izzy B Hearty Brave Heart | Year Posted 2016
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