Raluca Florescu

Translated and assisted with ChatGPT.

Time, for me, does not flow. It doesn’t drain, it doesn’t fade, it doesn’t accumulate.

Time is the movement of matter through space, a choreography of the Universe where every atom dances, and every movement becomes measurable only through another movement.

Clocks?
They’re just instruments ticking along their own orbit, translating one transformation into another, as if reality needed subtitles.

But at its core, time is a concept created by the mind so we don’t fear the infinite.
We don’t live in the past, and we don’t live in the future.
We live in the only place where life actually exists, the now.

This continuous present, this moment rewriting itself with every breath, with every motion, with every perception.

Everything we call “past” is just an equation of memory.

Everything we call “future” is only a luminous hypothesis.

Only “now” has substance. In this eternal present, we are witnesses of movement. And movement is the only real time. Time is movement.

Time is the moving through space, measured by instruments we invented to make sense of that motion.
Maybe time does not measure us at all.
Maybe we measure it, because our existence is finite and all matter inevitably fades, shifts, and decays.

We live only in the now, and we owe it to life itself to truly live it.

We will remain eternal in the memory of the universe, as proof of the intelligence of matter, a code running through our veins.

Born from stardust, it is our origin and our destiny, from it we come, and toward it we go. 

Din pământ ne naștem, în pământ ne ducem.