Time, infinitely manufactured, trains our brain to think forever. Eternity remains a distraction.
In reality, time is scarce, the waning seconds escaping like quicksand. “One day” becomes the procrastinator’s potion.
The situation calls for urgency, deploying the brain and the spine. After navigating the flood of idleness, we get hypnotized to create. Albeit, briefly.
Fighting dullness, we capitulate into contentment once again.