Time is the undefined continuation of our livesna succession of changesnso don't think too fastnnyour ideas these perceptions of your soulnare not always true storiesnif reality and perfectionnare the same thing for younnthen your love, your desirencannot exist with doubtsnabout what you lovennno don't be scared of timenno matter if there's nothing of us nleft after we dienwe won't suffer from itnmore than before our birthnnthe old man must learn to enjoynthe story of his own lifenthe young boy cannot be happynonly the old one who lived well nnyes your life will still existnonly if you remember itnso death is forgetnessna destruction of what you werennbut though we're not eternal nnothing will destroy the factnthat we existed