Sometimes I wake up and I am almost overwhelmed by the idea that I am alive. This feeling lasts only for the very first few seconds upon waking. The concept that my time is limited fills me. Don’t get me wrong, I am never upset or disturbed by this notion. Rather, I take into consideration how lucky I am to experience and to recollect my experiences in the quality and quantity that I am able to.
Life is, it seems, an inevitable outcome of the complexity of motion. The framework of life is built on, around, and within various moving systems. Running, breathing, laughing, eating, driving, churning butter. Sperm swimming. Planes crashing. Rain falling. Planets orbiting. Atoms bonding. Time. You and me.