Life is just a series of tiny moments. Unique little, fleeting “nows”… that happen in the moment, before we realise it happened. At an attempt to understand the now, to determine what the now even is, takes us away from it, and to a new experience. A new now, spent on analysing a now that has already passed. For to spend time analysing the moment, you cannot be in it.
The adventure doesn’t have to be good, to be worth having. More often than not you pick up a book
Happiness, as everything else in life, is fleeting. It is temporary. This is not scary, or negative. It’s a fact.
Uncertainty, it’s a wonderful thing. It ensures that you live out a fascinating and astonishing life, rather than a mundane