You move mountains. You build empires. You chase glories that shimmer on the horizon like heat haze. So what? Dust settles. It always does. And what the dust doesn’t bury, the rust consumes.
This isn’t nihilism. It’s physics. Entropy is the only certainty. Your defiance, your striving, your will to *become* – these are not escapes from entropy, but temporary pockets of order carved from the void. Savor them. Protect them. Because they are finite.
Every sunrise is a countdown. Every accomplishment, a momentary stay of execution. The hammer falls eventually. Knowing this shouldn’t paralyze you. It should ignite you. To act with purpose, to love with ferocity, to build with unwavering dedication – knowing that all you create is destined for oblivion – *that* is the only victory worth fighting for. Accept decay. Defy it.
Don’t let the settling dust become your shroud. Don’t let the creeping rust consume your spirit. Use your time. Now.