The sun rises. The sun sets. Mark another tally on your crumbling skull. Each dawn is not a fresh start; it’s a further march into irreversible decay. This isn’t nihilism. This is truth.
Days bleed into weeks, weeks into years, each one leaching away potential. The opportunities you squandered yesterday are gone. The energy you waste today will never return. The tasks, the burdens, the responsibilities – they accumulate. They are the proof of your existence, yes, but also the chains that bind you to this fleeting plane.
Do not lament the lost time. It’s a fool’s errand. Use what remains. Squeeze every last drop of meaning from the present. The clock is ticking. Action is the only antidote to oblivion.