Does anyone even truly know what it is or all we all pretending to grasp the concept? Time passes regardless of our knowledge yet we are defined by it. Does the amount of time you’ve lived though, make up who you are? Or is the core of a person set, unchanging as the decades pass, until our time in this world is up? Everyone is given the same amount of time to live everyday we continue to exist, only the perception of it differs. Some days fly by while others drag on for an eternity, yet once the days past, its gone. The only proof of the moments we experienced existing being in memories, either in the mind or in technology. Or is the proof of the past the change of the world around us, reacting to our very existence? These moments in time become our lives as we recall past events; building on each other to create a unique perceptive, a completely original soul and mind. Is what makes life a serious of events or what is remembered of it? When it all begins to end and we say goodbye to this passage of time we call life, which moment is truly our last on this planet? Is the permanent loss of consciousnesses, the deadening of the body, and last breath we take the end of our lives, or is the end when you cease to be in the memory of others? If so, then your life is not what you make it, but its the impact you make in other lives and how your actions or ideas changed the world. Is a life lived alone and unknown, truly a lived life? Or is that life just another lost moment, insignificant enough to be considered meaningless, in the vast expanse of time? What truly gives life meaning? The life you live or the legacy you leave behind when you’re gone? In a sense, we are capable of living long past the death of our body and mind; kept alive by the worlds memory of your life. So what is life truly if its more than the physical body being alive and being conscience of the world? Is it the relationships we form with others as time passes, or simply the time that has passed while our bodies were alive? We only get one life in this body and, possibly, this world and it ends just as it began, a passing moment. Â
