We all are time travellers cruising towards an illusory future, leaving little pieces of ourselves in the past as we go. Then, one day, we realise that we have left every bit of ourselves in the past while the future still stretches towards eternity. We become just an emotional, material, and existential emptiness. From that point onwards, even though we have nothing to carry forward, our fellow travellers take our memories with them as they continue their slowly diminishing journey into the future, spending days, months, and years.
Some say time is linear. Some say time is circular. But I want to believe that the memory of the past, the consciousness of the present, and the dream of the future coexist. I want to believe that time is just a word. I want to believe that nothing is truly gone and every dream is a reality. Somewhere.
And we will meet there where time rules no more…