time and finitude - by Ava - bookbear express

I’ve been changing how I think about time. Because my schedule is so flexible, I sometimes feel like I’m swimming in it. A day can feel so long. But then I’ll look back over the past five years and they’ve passed at warp speed. I keep thinking: have I been living with enough respect for my own mortality? Every week I try to buy a new bouquet of flowers. A year is only 52 sets of flowers. That feels like barely anything. Once a year passes, you never get it again. And we only get so many years. Again: have I been living with enough respect for my own mortality? During our youth we subconsciously believe we are immortal. I used to feel like there was so much time. And there is. But it’s far from infinite. I wouldn’t describe myself as passive, but I realize now that I want to be even more active. I want to spend every day the way I want to, with the people I want to. I want to work on whatever I want to, with the seriousness it deserves. I want to be more appreciative. And I want to be m

I’ve been changing how I think about time. Because my schedule is so flexible, I sometimes feel like I’m swimming in it. A day can feel so long. But then I’ll look back over the past five years and they’ve passed at warp speed. I keep thinking: have I been living with enough respect for my own mortality? Every week I try to buy a new bouquet of flowers. A year is only 52 sets of flowers. That feels like barely anything. Once a year passes, you never get it again. And we only get so many years. Again: have I been living with enough respect for my own mortality? During our youth we subconsciousl