When did we lose sight of our dreams? When did life become a constant repetitive series of boring episodes, each day a near exact copy of the last? The truth is, the flow of time is not constant, and our perception of it is warped and twisted, and is a downright cruel joke sometimes. We live in islands of time, where one important event is preceded by many - or few, I guess - repetitive tasks before it, and then superseded by the same tasks before the following event. Take booking a doctor's appointment a few months in advance, for example. Months suddenly shrink into days, days shrink into mere seconds while we repeat the same process over and over again, waiting for that appointment to happen. Most of the time we spending living is in those moments when we're not doing anything, those moments when we sit back and look at ourselves and wonder how we got here. Wonder who we are. Wonder where we're going. The truth is, life is not short, nor is it long. It's simply a measure of time allocated to each person for us to grow as an individual and as a species, as a civilization together. Enjoy every moment before you no longer have the ability to, but also allocate time to plan the future and catch sight of your dreams once again. Those childhood dreams swallowed up by the waves, and the dreams you had with other people that got blown away by the storm. Time is a cruel mistress, and fate is but a mere daydream. We're not meant to live our life like this, spending every day just to meet the next head on. We're trapped in a cycle of just getting through today, so we might realist our dreams tomorrow. But in truth, waiting for tomorrow will seem like an eternity if you try persevere through the endless flow of time that way. If you truly want to make the most of the boring days when you're just waiting, take the time to plan out your future. Dream big, because even if you don't reach the stars, you'll have a hell of a lot of fun just building the ladder.
The universe is our playground, and we're the children. The laws of physics are the rules, and we must abide by them, even if they may seem silly or unjust. Even with such harsh bindings and laws, life has still blossomed on this pale, fragile blue marble. If with such impossible odds something beautiful like us could exist, we should make the most of it. Who knows, maybe intelligent life might reappear sometime arbitrarily far in the future, but it certainly won't be us. The fact that you are reading this means that you still have a chance to make your life better. So get a brush made from stardust and use the universe as your canvas, as this might be the only chance we have to shape the universe with true beauty. Even if you might feel hopeless, have courage. All is not lost if you're still alive, no matter how crippled or wounded you may be. So have the courage to pick yourself up with your own two hands, to stand on your own two feet. Roar in defiance at the world, because it'll have to try harder if it wants to stop you. You - and only you - have the strength to get out of your situation, the strength to put one foot in front of the other, the strength to never lose hope. I've been through some of the worst incidents myself, and I'm still standing. I'm still standing, because I never lost hope. I'm still standing, because I always had the courage to keep pushing forward, because I always had the strength to stand on my feet, because I never lost sight of the future where I was happy. If I could do it, so can you. You have the same strength I do, you just haven't realized it yet. So take my hand, and I'll lead you into a better future. Walk by my side, because I'll always catch you if you fall. You can do it, trust me. Just never, ever give up.