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What do we know of life and death ands time and love when all we truly have is this moment how does tomorrow ever become today and what happened yesterday ten years ago is no closer or farther away than the last syllable echoing in our heads so what is time other than an illusion and a thief and a liar do we breath in just to exhale or is there something more important to the function of our lungs is there something more than oxygen we need floating in the air something that is as easy and important to give as it is to take and receive Is the secret to this life we so often abuse and neglect... is the meaning to it all so simple that it is so horribly cliché And with what great arrogance we let our egos crown ourselves intelligent and place more worth on our wants and greeds than any other living thing and then like a vicious virus spread like a plague and destroy anything that is in our way we are smart enough to see the end coming but somehow lack the wisdom and courage to change our ways out with the good double down on the bad So what do we know of life and death and time and love as we long for immortality in our deaths some existential heaven of an afterlife a divine blessing of unending love yet waste this moment waiting for tomorrow to become today
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
waiting for tomorrow
What do we know of life and death ands time and love when all we truly have is this moment how does tomorrow ever become today and what happened yesterday ten years ago is no closer or farther away than the last syllable echoing in our heads so what is time other than an illusion and a thief and a liar do we breath in just to exhale or is there something more important to the function of our lungs is there something more than oxygen we need floating in the air something that is as easy and important to give as it is to take and receive Is the secret to this life we so often abuse and neglect... is the meaning to it all so simple that it is so horribly cliché And with what great arrogance we let our egos crown ourselves intelligent and place more worth on our wants and greeds than any other living thing and then like a vicious virus spread like a plague and destroy anything that is in our way we are smart enough to see the end coming but somehow lack the wisdom and courage to change our ways out with the good double down on the bad So what do we know of life and death and time and love as we long for immortality in our deaths some existential heaven of an afterlife a divine blessing of unending love yet waste this moment waiting for tomorrow to become today
akira-chinen
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
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