However, I really liked it because it gave me another thing to think about time. Time. Time. Time. It is a big deal, isn't it? I thought, why do we keep complaining that time keeps on going faster and faster when in fact, it is just. It doesn't fast forward or go backwards, it just goes on in a steady rhythm. Have you tried listening to the tick of the clock when the world is quiet and there is no sound but it and your heartbeat? Fact: I do that to calm my breathing when I am having attacks. Why do we hate time so much when we are the one using it? When we are the one spending it? Why do we blame time when we are the one who waste it? When we are the ones who do not use it right? How to use it right, anyway? How to live life the right way?
If Cats Disappeared from the World
I've realized that nothing is absolutely irreplaceable. There is a fine line between moving on and going on. I don't know if they are a good thing. I just know that we always have to be grateful of the breaths we take and the people around us. I just know that seasons change so we can change. I just know that days end and begin again because we deserve more chances—to correct our mistakes and to unravel the depths of the universe; to fall in love with people repeatedly and to fall in love with ourselves slowly. I just know that people die and people live just because.
What It Means to Live
But, to live, I don't think I can classify it as a whole. If I trap it inside a word, it would be like saying The Universe without including the stars.
when words blend 