Indeed, discussion about human time and human activity is confused and passionate. Now, monetized, human life searches for a social purpose, not a human desire, like freedom or emancipation. The revenue of the human activity guarantees possession of resources to give the right to new free activities and the possibility to wait comfortably for death or be able to pretend eternity. Then, the legacy loses meaning, and no one cares about it anymore. So, neither inheritance nor the possibility of being remembered. Just take advantage of survival of the time of the others to profit some minutes of calm. She discovered that she could love him, and there, naked, exhausted, and satisfied after having one of the best sex of her life, she began to wonder what would happen next. He was naked, preparing a drink. He imagined her asleep, so he wouldn't make one for her. - A damn selfish - she told herself, looking for reasons to hate him again. The first time, ten years ago, she hated him was when she saw him with that unbearable companion. A tinny and insupportable girl whom he loved one day very much. She hated him again when she saw him crying for that little woman years later on a park bench. Later, she discovered a painting of her made by him in a seedy gallery. Then a few hours ago, when a chance encounter in that airport bar had ended with her on top of him, moaning her orgasms.
In the confusion and passion, the memorable actions for the others and himself are mixed to understand a present time of frustrations and deceptions. The disappointment is because these actions should have had coherent consequences. However, the external factors (someone talking about chance) generate an incomplete reality. And, of course, the frustration begins. The words about the time, the injustice, and the incoherence of the causes, consequences, and developments are repeated. In the end, those who say they triumphantly learned to be timeless are tired. For two days, he had begun to feel the pain of his body, the pain of time. All his falls, the great walks, and dances, all his lovers (and he thought those women should be many more) were beginning to make a presence in his life. He felt sadness because then half of his life had already passed, and the decay was beginning (although he was always aware of entropy), but on the other hand, he felt satisfied, having lived. To continue living.
In the beginning, the expectations, not of the consequences of one's actions, but of that whole context, of that chance, are much greater. There is a conscience of the effectiveness of the actions if the conditions are favorable. This favorability is the background and the actors there. Their wishes, the emanation of their egos, and how, fortunately, the personal action is not noticed in the environment. But if that is detected, the result will be contrary and incomprehensible. The moon is impressive, those hours together made her fall in love more, but she couldn't accept it. As they walked together, she wondered if he would dare to shake her hand because he needed it or to kiss her at the end of the walk. She loved him, even though that boyfriend who was far away from her and of whom she was already tired (sadly) wrote to her. She did not hide from him that he was at that moment with that man sixteen years older than her. They said goodbye, but nothing happened. She didn't understand why. It was simple: she had to do it. It was time for inspiration to overcome the habit.
In their awareness of time, some understand the importance of going through it without expectations. No successful posts. Hardly, step by step, after the confrontation of the past and history, to move on to something else, bravely facing a present. Humans recognize the probability of a consequence but not the absolute result. And in this probability, the possibility to give elements to freedom and emancipation, timelessness. A year ago, I thought they should be together; It didn't matter now, or maybe it did, but thinking about it wasn't necessary. A year ago, I thought they should be together; It didn't matter now, or maybe it did, but thinking about it wasn't necessary. What transcended was what would possibly live intensely tomorrow because now, it was time for calm."
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