This could be the end of everything

 

It seems that the world's timing for me is completely opposite of my own. I would've preferred to have become your friend a while ago. 

Does time exist? Or is it just clocks?

But really. What the heck is time? It is nothing of substance, unless you count clock hands and digital screens. It isn't something you can really feel, unless you feel it passing. But even that is merely a thought. Time is nothing. But we all seem to frantically use it up as if one day we'll run out. But there is nothing to run out of. No vile of time juices that we sip occasionally. We live, we die, life (time, i guess) goes on. Sure telling time is nice for knowing when to show up at a party and what time you have to take an english test. Its handy to look up at a circle on a wall and feel some sense of stability. Life can be in chaos but knowing that its 8 o clock at night gives hope that it has to end ( not life, the chaos), it has to expire sometime.

But why are we so eager to escape?

Revel in the Chaos.

-M