theBeginningOfInfinity

I see people talking about the new year as if it were something real.

Setting goals and making promises to themselves.

But a year is only a mental construct. A concept. A day, an hour, a year exist only in the mind.

Time is a continuum with no beginning and no end with no artificial divisions.

Flowing through time with no boundaries, we are what we always are: changing.

Goals achieve themselves or not.

As it will be.

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