Time Is Only the Way We Think

Time is not real

Time is me not missing my clock. The past, present, and future are inside my mind all right now, existing because I am alive, and I will find out what life means later.

“Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” — attributed to Albert Einstein.

I am making something out of myself, believing in a definition of me that changes often, everything about me that I know, everything that is positive or negative about me that influences my thoughts and actions.

I am who I want to be: breathing, warm, helpful, and pain-free.

I see myself as valuable to my family because I live independently of them, as relatively cool-looking and very prayerful.

My mother loved me, my teachers spanked me, my coaches thought I could try harder, my sister adores me, and God loves me according to what they say. I believe my sister and God the most.

A superhero of the soul I like is Benighted.

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Sam writes about addiction to substances, behaviors, and thistles of the soul.