Tabula Rasa

The older you get, the less significant each moment becomes. Much like how a £10 note is a princely sum to a begger, but to a rich businessman it's a pittance. To one such as myself, a year is a trifle; a man's lifetime is a barely worth considering. When you have lived through aeons, you escape mankind's scratching and clawing obsession with pain and suffering and mortality. Any such state is so brief as to be meaningless. The enlightenment of a vast perspective allows you to realise that in the grandest scheme of things humans are none too different from insects. Protest, revolution, rebellion - noting more than an ant mound erupting in fury. Within a moment the government will fall, the strident revolutionaries will be forgotten, the cycle will continue. Nothing is unique, there is no pressure of impermanence, a thousand more like this will come. However, much like how the millionaire who grows tired of opulent meals will never know the sweet taste of an iced bun in the mouth of a guttersnipe, this freedom comes at a price. I tried to savour our love but in an instant it was gone.