Time is an illusion.At

Time is an illusion.

At first, you don't agree

but after some thought, you begin to wonder.

Am I an illusion?

Is this world?

At first, you laugh

but after a minute, you begin to think.

I was different this time last year.

I had different thoughts

different wants.

Was I a better person this time last year?

Maybe.

Was I less experienced this time last year?

Possibly.

A lot of things have happened in 12 months,

52 weeks,

8,760 hours,

525,600 minutes.

I make about 35,000 decisions a day,

So how different am I, really?

A lot, probably. 

After the election,

losing friends,

gaining friends,

going new places,

meeting new people,

yeah, I think I'm pretty different.

Time is something to think about.

The sun rising every morning and setting every evening, only to return 8 hours later.

And for what?

Time is a crazy thing, but what's crazier is how much I've changed.

Time is an illusion.

At first, I bet you don't agree

but after some thought, you begin to wonder.

Am I an illusion?

Is this world?

At first, I bet you laugh

but after a minute, you begin to think.

Wow, was I was different this time last year.

 

 

 

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