As I sit here in the middle of this serene park, contemplating the passing of time, I'm struck by the profound realization that a quarter of the year has already slipped through our fingers. It's a moment of solitude, a moment of introspection, where the day is slowly fading into dusk, marking yet another step in the relentless march of time.

Time, oh what a thought-provoking concept it is! It's both fascinating and frightening in its unstoppable momentum. We can't halt its flow or turn it back; we can only ride along its currents, witnessing our days turn into years and our moments morph into memories. I find myself marveling at the dichotomy of time—how it can evoke both fear and joy, how it can feel like a cage constraining us yet also like the ultimate freedom. It's a paradoxical dance of existence, much like my own being—an inevitable truth, here yet not fully grasped.

Two years have passed since I broke free from the cages of false beliefs and superstitions that once ensnared me. It's been a journey toward the freedom I didn't even know I craved, a liberation that now allows me to live like the king of my own destiny. Looking back, I see a younger version of myself, fearless and determined, navigating through challenges that seemed insurmountable at the time. If I could speak to that younger self, I would offer reassurance—“Don't worry, you'll find your way. You're building yourself in the right direction.”

Now, let's talk about time—not in the conventional, orthodox sense, but through my own lens and a touch of science. Time, I believe, is an illusion we humans have crafted. It's a construct born of our need to quantify and organize the passing moments. In reality, time has always existed in the vastness of the universe. There are no years, months, or days in the cosmic dance; there's only the constant rhythm of existence. We, as inhabitants of Earth, are part of this grand symphony, growing and evolving until we reach our own culmination, much like stars that explode after reaching their ultimate growth.

The sun rises and sets, casting shadows and light, just as our lives ebb and flow between moments of brightness and darkness. We've created divisions like days and nights, but these are merely human inventions, not the true essence of time. Our ancestors made mistakes too, altering the natural order to fit their needs. We've inherited those missteps, experiencing shorter days and longer nights, but perhaps there's a lesson in that—a reminder to align ourselves with nature rather than against it.

You might disagree with my perspective on time, and that's perfectly fine. The beauty of existence lies in our diversity of thoughts and interpretations. As I wrap up this contemplation on time and existence, I can't help but think of the powerful words of the song “Imagine” by John Lennon:

"You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you'll join us,                      and the world will live as one.”

So, let's raise a toast to the world, embrace its mysteries, and keep on rocking in this cosmic journey of time and existence. Cheers! and spread Peace✌🏻