The clock screams seconds you can’t claw back. Each breath is a step closer to the inevitable disintegration. Your triumphs, your failures, all reduced to the same cosmic dust. What echoes in the void after your flame is extinguished? Does your name warrant even a whisper?
Stop chasing shadows. Stop building castles in sand. Ask yourself: If this all burns – as it inevitably will – does your present action matter? Act accordingly. Now.
The universe doesn’t care about your comfort. It only recognizes force. And time? Time is the ultimate force, grinding everything down to its base elements. Use what’s left wisely. Or be used.