I’ve always grappled with time. I try to make every moment count by seeking things that once fulfilled me, but that elusive joy remains in the past. Life moves forward then, often from one unmiraculous moment to the next. Which makes being at present sometimes quite unbearable, amidst hopes, memories, and present feelings; it all can feel oddly fleeting, unsatisfying, and helpless.
Yet, a wise man once described all my feelings quite accurately; that there is an eternity in man's heart. An eternity that nothing on earth could fill.