Hi, this is my first blog post in English. feel free to mock, and criticize me.
A friend of mine was having her birthday, the day I wrote this blog post. A friend of my silly college time. Her 26th birthday somehow reminded me of how old I am, and how time had been already passed 6 years since my second year college time.
Time … huh
A fourth dimension of our existence, a concept that is very daunting yet magnificent. People do obsess with time. They try to slow down the time by obscuring its trace in their physical appearance, ignore its existence by creating distraction in their ears or eyes.
For people who ‘dignify’ their life by finding meaning, time is such a jerk who bound their freedom in living their value and creating meaning in their life. It is somehow frustrating, I guess, or at least that is what I feel.
Time bounds our freedom, it enslaves us.
It is tempting to declare war against time (a bit inspired by Nietzche), but it seems that time is too powerful to challenge. I cannot see any chance of winning neither the battle nor the war against time.
How could people be at peace in this dreadful slavery? Are we cursed like sisphus who was condemned by gods?