Sometehing just occurred to me: Life is far too cyclical to be measured in days. In fact, i'm listning to a song on the radio right now which came out when I was in sixth grade...I remember it like it was yesterday. "There's an awful lot of breathing...but I can hardly move..."
But so what? I'll wake up eight hours from now and start cranking away again: exams, professors, food, roomates and sooo much more. But what is time anymore? And did it ever really exist? Or is it a compilation cooked up in the idle minds of human beings, as so much else is? How many calories does one consume in a day? It doesn't matter. It'll all start over again in a matter of minutes. We'll eat; We'll sleep. Does it really have to have an order (sincere curiosity)? Life isn't measured by a day, but rather it's on a continuous reel, much like a record might spin round and round and round. And now, a totally different song is on, another song which i will hear over and over again in the course of my life. And here, a cliche but legitimate question arises: Destination or journey?
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