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Time management when the speed of time is in question

Time management when the speed of time is in question

Slow life, living as a spectator. Finally, a day to observe – the medicine for the brain, ultimate training, and meditation. Crisscrossing between ideas, not letting them overshadow the will to live. Did the slow day choose me, or did I choose a slow day? Time is running slowly. The plans will never catch up. Time is running fast; plans don’t feel like plans but moments. The line between pain and a mere feeling in the brain is almost gone. They claimed that they mastered it. I’ll claim nothing to no one. Fighting feels futile. Chuckling

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