I imagine with each day that passes that I have moved forward in the progression of life. The completion of another day means I am one step closer to accomplishment.
The passing of time is simply a created method - a way to quantify and predict a repeating cycle.
The sun rises, the sun sets, the moon rises, the moon sets, the earth rotates, these occurrences are all repeating, all cyclical. There are some augmentations in the pattern of these cycles but in even those are explained by other regularly occurring patterns (like I said the earth rotation). The only way we know that the cycle is independent of the previous one is our ability to “remember.” It allows us to track and find consistency in our records.
We performed an action; witnessed an event; interacted with people, places, things; felt (physically or emotionally). We understand a “past” as static, with no control to change it. We can react to the consequences but we cannot alter what has already happened. How do we know it has happened? Well, because we have time of course. 5 minutes I got up and ate a carrot. I cannot return to 5 minutes ago and not eat that carrot. The carrot is presently in my stomach. 60 minutes from now it will be broken down and no longer in my stomach but some other part of my digestive tract (give or take). This artificial construct of time gives us the method to measure these events and the perception that we can make sense of and organize these events.
So we create our own sense of security by making a system that allows life to appear familiar, predictable, and hopeful.
I don’t buy it. Doing the tried and true methods that give us a semblance of hope and control: know today will end, tomorrow will come, it takes time so remain patience, nothing last forever.
Sure, but it doesn’t mean it has a point, or that with the passage of “time” that our efforts will result in some sort of success. How do we know that what we are doing within time isn’t just a repeated failed experiment but diverse enough that we don’t give up
There is no grand plan. Most efforts are in vain. We can fool ourselves it mattered
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