As a child, I oftentimes found it difficult to grasp what the present actually was. I don’t know why, or how, but it was almost impossible to figure out how the present even existed if every previous moment bled into the past and ever future moment lay in uncertain shadows. People live in a world – the present – that they
At birth, there is an introduction. A heavenly beacon of light to start it all. The world opens, and we begin to live. It all seems so wonderful, magical, and sensible. The first few chapters are great, and we all cling onto our chairs as we witness the stages of life develop right before our very eyes. In the middle, we learn. We turn into madmen – cynical to life’s wonders. I call this character development. At death, the story ends. Some end abruptly, others with a bang that allow them to stand out against countless other stories.