we are the most foolish specie on this planet.
you may think we're made of molecules and magic (since we can't really replicate life), but we're really made of time. as we sit here, we're aging, or if you're morbid, we're dying. so everything we do is a measurement of time, which makes its mark on us as age. no matter how much we make, how little or how much we do, or how much plastic surgery we get, we age. so everything we put each passing second into, we're putting a part of our lives into.
so we're all in this rat race, putting our time - our lives - into 9 to 5s (if you're fortunate), putting our lives into our jobs (that some of you really hate) for the sake of money. and we put that money into things. so we put our lives into things and spend all day worrying about our things. what if my house burns down? what if someone dings my car door? what if i spill water on my laptop? what if a hurricane tears through my vacay house in the carib? what happened to that weed whacker i lent my neighbor? where are my video games?
we project our lives into stupid physical objects. and the wiser of us procreate. they project themselves onto their children. love them. watch them grow. the better of us do good. we project onto other people. we do good for the world.
because at the end of the day, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
