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Filling The Void

Aug 6, 2024
1 min read

What if

       At the very end of your life

You're shown data of all of your time

     Scrolling through social media out of boredom?


     And all of the hours

Spent at a job you couldn't stand?


        And all of the hours during your life

You spent watching shitty shows?


     And all of the time you spent stressing about someone who wasn't ever thinking about you?


What if on your deathbed

     You are shown all of the hours you spent in a web of anxiety of your own making,

What will you think then?

 

. . .


  All of those minutes being scared to become something . . .


All those hours living in a nostalgic dream . . .


All of those days you wasted away . . .


    A void that you tried to fill with entertainment 

. . .


And then imagine being shown how many hours you slept in your lifetime . . . 


What would your graph look like?


     How many hours will you have lived at the end of your life? 


    How many moments will have mattered?


All of them?


    Or just some of them?




CH 8/6/24


 
 
 

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