Starting again, Stating over…

We start again every day. From the moment we open our eyes, the clock resets, and life begins anew.

24 hours.

14440 minutes.

86400 seconds.

It seems like we have so much time, but we know that’s an illusion — a mirage, a lie.

We often wait for the big moment, for a sign from above to tell us when to begin. But what if that moment never comes? What if, instead of a grand sign, all we’re met with is the persistent, deafening silence of the void? Perhaps that silence is the sign — a quiet urging to start again, to begin anew without waiting.

How much time would you spend waiting for that “big sign”? Days? Minutes? Seconds?

How much time would you spend waiting for that “big sign”? Days? Minutes? Seconds?

You might instinctively answer, “No, I’d never wait. I’m smarter than that. I know better.” You might think you’re above hesitation, above fear, doubt, or worry. But life has a way of humbling us, of reminding us that we’re all just temporary beings — fleeting moments in the vast history of the universe.

The infinite universe. It feels so far away, yet we are part of it. We are the infinite, materialized in finite form, exploring life in this temporary vessel.