by Kevin Aditya

The passage of time is so often only lived through and through by us humans, integrating seconds and minutes into a mind piece as ubiquitous as the oxygen we breathe.

Jellyfishes, they never felt the urge to worry if they’re two minutes late for the tidal wave. Trees took thousands of years to transcend their form into a massive piece of living wood, but they never rush their synthesis to grow even one leaf faster.

And so, why am I living a stampede where everyone urges everything to be done in the next six hours, a never ending relentless chase?

I dream of a world where nobody ever contemplated the concept of sixty seconds a minute to stuff as many activities as possible into a tiny box called human lifespan.


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