What do I look like giving up if tomorrow might be the day I win?

Who made me a coward but me?

I can be the strongest person you’ve ever known, but there are days when I feel weak.

And how do I explain it? I have no words.

I’ve been fascinated lately with the concept of time.

Time isn’t real; it’s a total man-made concept. My biggest dream has always been to travel to the future or back to the past.

I may be starting to understand why that won’t ever be possible anywhere near my lifetime.

Time isn’t real. The only thing we have is moments. I guess it can be placed at a specific time, but that’s not the same, right?

So for the rest of my life, I want to worry less about time and focus primarily on moments. Moments in which I might be quiet, but the quiet is peace. Moments where I can look up and see you.

I don’t know when either of our clocks ticks for the last time, but knowing that one day it all stops is motivation enough for me to want to do better by you. However, that looks. And that goes for everything.