We are always moving forward. Even when we travel backwards, time carries us on.
We measure movement in distance, places left behind and destinations ahead, but there is another journey we have no control over. Every second pulls us further from where we were.
Mostly we don’t notice it.
The sun moves across the sky. The moon passes before it. Shadows lengthen. Days become years. We are carried with them, changed and ground down by the journey.
Always moving forward.
Until, eventually, we return to stardust.
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