Please excuse any writing gaffes that occur on my post. Anything that I can fit into a blog post for 15 mins, I will rant about.
Lately I have been thinking about time and how short it is. Time is actually an illusion that we believe is true. I can tell the time is 3:06 pm right now, but what really makes 1 minute any different from a thousand years from now. I have the same fears and anxieties that many before me have had. I look in the mirror and look at my mortality the same way Marcus Aurelius did. The only difference is the way we handle it. I am scared to death of death, yet I consistently continue the same fallacies that contribute to my demise.
I don’t only fear death, but the death of my loved ones. I am at an age where I have this anxiety that one of my parents will pass away. This event is inevitable, but what frightens me even more, is that I remember when I was my daughter’s age sometime in the 80’s. 2016 seemed like a year so distant with flying cars and high tech. The future is now, the past already happened. Our present day problems, is our great children’s past.