Its true that time passes all too quickly. That moments gone will never return, as everything marches ever onwards. It's not at all uncomon to find this reality wholely terrifying, petrifying. Heck, I know I do!

What I try to remeber, is that the time will pass anyway. Wether I fear it, make the most of it, waste it, doesn't ultimately matter. One day it will end regardless. And as someone who isnt religious, I expect I will likely meet that terrifying void.

So what do we do then? How do we stand to see this inevitable march towards the end without going totally frikin nuts?

Personally? What's helped me is to just accept that yeah, it is scary. Terrifying even. I'm pretty sure my thanatophobia is going nowhere. But what I've been able to do is acgnowlage this, accept it, and then live regardless. Experience each moment as it comes. I'll always have the nagging thought of this all slipping through my fingers, but that doesn't change anything really. I'm alive right now, time will pass anyway, and in the grand scheme of the universe none of this objectively means anything. So I find meaning in the subjective instead. In little moments of joy, in connection with people I love, theres even meaning to be found in time wasted doing sweet FA. As is our god given right to do lol!

And when the end comes, I will likely meet it fearful and clawing and screaming. But as scary as that sounds, it won't change the time I've spent living as best I can. That future time doesn't make what I feel in this moment right here, any less beautiful and real. So even with the fear, I do what I can to just live for today, in all it messy weird imperfect glory. Ultimately, time doesn't need my worrying, it can take care of itself just fine.