Time.

Time is very interesting. Everyone experiences it, yet we never really truly appreciate it or see it for what it is, expect for some occasions. We never feel the time pass, we simply live from one moment to the next, but sometimes we get to stop and look back to what happened. Like at funerals. Look at all the time passed, and when I was at one, I couldn’t help but thinking how this time, just kept ticking forward, passing, and eventually snuffed out a human life. Eventually, each of us will succumb to time. It’s cold, it’s brutal. But it’s also beautiful. Trees grow. Stars are born and die. So i guess, I just know think now how time is always passing no matter what. And I cannot escape. But I don’t think I’d really want to either. If you had the choice for time to stop being a thing, would you (let’s say the universe dosent fuck itself).

The cold brutality of time