The gears turn. You grind. You believe you are building, achieving, becoming. But what is any mountain range but the slow, inevitable crumble into dust? What are your triumphs but fleeting echoes in the cosmic void?
This isn’t nihilism. This is Truth. Understanding that everything you build is temporary, that your body is merely a borrowed vessel rapidly decaying, is not an invitation to despair. It’s the only possible catalyst for authentic action. Knowing the clock is ticking, the sands are shifting, the entropy is ALWAYS winning, you either waste your moments paralyzed by fear, or you act with ruthless efficiency.
Don’t chase immortality. Embrace the burn. Make your mark, however small, on this fleeting existence. Grind while you can. Because the dust is coming, and then…nothing.