Y'all ever sit under a starry sky and think about the absurdity of it all? Ever overthink about what may happen once your bones are dust and your existence will probably be forgotten somewhere along the way?
Every life is a story, everyone's lives are complex tapestries of emotions, struggles, stories, feelings....... Yet nearly everything just disappears after you're gone...... Even successful and popular people..... Poets, writers, rulers, kings, philosophers, scientists, explorers....... Everyone whose life matters or whose names are remembered till date, even they probably had emotions and stories that they never got to pass on....... And it's kinda sad to think about......
But time is better spent making said stories more joyful or spending what little time you have on this little ball floating in space a little more worthwhile....... Time is better spent chasing sunsets and sunrises, it's better spent staring at clouds or admiring the beauty of nature..... Time is better spent learning something that interests your or doing something you love...... Because in the end all of us are headed for the same fate......
