In the Hinduistic belief we are all an illusion, not real, figments of an elaborate imagination. If we were figments of anyone's imagination, we would be the purest denotation of utter creativity. Our exsistence would be that of the wind. Nothing real, nothing important. Like those who say time isnt real. Time is all we have, literally. All that matters. We all take part in the ticking numbers, following vigorously. Daily rituals, routines, habits. In the sense of a chemical mind, we are brainwashed into the system of time. To be honest, time is the only thing that scares me. I can take nothing back, as this second passes I will never see it again. It scares me that I waste my time. So much happens in mere seconds that I can only wonder what people in China are doing.
