Seconds. Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Days. Days, months, years.
Years. Centuries. A lifetime.
Time is endless, is it not? We always have time to change. Time to die. Time to live. Death is waiting. The afterlife is waiting. Waiting all this time - just for you. But is it really only for you? I think not. It's for everyone. Everyone has the same fate in the end; rich or poor, famous or unknown. It's all the same. So is time really that endless? Like everything, it has a beginning, and we are 'told' it has an end. But who says? Who decided time just stops? Now, think, did it ever begin either? The big bang theory states it did, but what was going on in space during this time? How can you be so sure of yourself? The universe is endless. There is that word again; endless. What's it's true meaning? How can we be certain anymore?
Think back. What do you believe? If you were to ask me, I would have no true answer, only to speculate the meaning, or, 'true' meaning of time being endless, and why our thoughts have now been modified and morphed into only believing one thing. Think. Do you honestly believe that at first there was nothing, then suddenly everything? I know we all think differently, but I personally can not sit here and believe such a thing.
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