Hope rather than despair

Every day I think about death and life. Everyday we make decitions...we walk through life aware of death walking alongside, it can feel heavy sometimes. Despite this, the cyclical flow of time gives hope that time goes around and around, and even from the seed of the dead flower new life begins to sprout.

Time is just like art, abstract, but still its traces are visible around us and in us, in nature, in the body and in the soul. Time is a scientific, mathematical concept, but nevertheless an existential question. Does time have a beginning and an end? Is time linear? Does it flow around us or we in it? In much we see and experience, time is cyclical and returns again and again, this brings comfort and hope. At the same time, time can feel like a road, linear, with a constant change between then, now and later.

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