Time

It’s an awareness that grows within me. This notion of “Ars Longa Vita Brevis”.

I find myself astounded by the brevity of life. There were days, in early youth, that seemed almost infinite. There were seasons, years, that felt akin to lifetimes. No more. No longer.

I peer forwards and glimpse the truth of mortality. It’s just around the corner.

I felt immortal once. So mindless was I that I did my best to destroy myself via fast living...but I lived on. Little did I know that a human life is short indeed, considered in hindsight, regardless of circumstance. Sand flows through the hourglass regardless of personal effort to affect the flow one way or another.

Ars Longa Vita Brevis.

I’ve come to realize the truth Hippocrates discerned millennia ago.

I’m running out of time. I see it in the mirror. I feel it in my bones. Feel it in my heart. I’ve truly come to understand that “art is long,” that beauty is infinite...and the allotted days too few.

I’ve come to realize I will not live nearly long enough...to experience it all.

That no one ever has or ever will.

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