I am afraid. Death. (small pause) And time. And me i guess. In the middle. Being toyed around by those... undescribably huge factors i cannot escape from. Am i not clear yet? Well the storm ain't over, please be patient.
I mean to say. I live until i die. Stupidly i used to, subconsciously, believe that this period is what one would call "his time". My time. But i don't own time. Time was way before me. And will be way after me. My lifetime is simply an insignificantly small part of it.
So... Time exists, i live, i die, time contnues to exist. "Whatcha afraid of scaredy cat?" You'd probably say. I'm afraid of my lifetime. It seems short. Considering how many things there are in this world to experience in any way.
I'm not a bookworm, there are times i enjoys reading even when i don't understand everything and/or fully. Slightly stoopid, yet day by day lesser and lesser i want to hope. :)
I'm not an adrenaline junkie. But i like stuff. Just imagine a neighbouring country how many things has to offer to your mind. And then imagine further, a continent.
Just the other day i came across a video of Anthony Hopkins drawing. I mean i like his acting but didn't know he could and hell so good!! So i thought "Who else and what else?" How many people. And how many people i don't know.
If the world "is a small place"... Then ya realize how small we are? Tiny dots noticed only through microscope. If someone is looking for those dots. So, are you looking for any other dots?
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