No, TIME, Is Lost

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Passionately observing the internal mechanics of the mind. Yes, my own. No, not my own. Alright, admitted. I am young and perhaps naive in the sense that the meddlings of the brain are insane, and can always be changed. Thus: we all know depression and also lightheartedness.
So it's down to two: art/experience and thought/philosophy. Is this true? No, there is more in between: all of the anxieties and well hidden instincts and opinions you don't allow yourself to share with World. The big social soup one might say. Under the working title of No, TIME, is Lost, I would like to present to myself the temporary option of working out all the secret social instincts I caress deeply inside of myself. Yes, Safety, internet called out! And I responded. Here I am. (Note to self: this experiment is two-sided. Not only I can wear the instincts out, also you, my friend, my dear reader, are allowed to. Motion accepted.)
Oh yes, the explanation of the working title. That's one for sharing with you. It comes down to free assocation on the moment of the insertion of a name.
But it is the expression of the following statement:
The only thing that is ever really lost is TIME. Ergo; our only sin is to spent our time doing nothing. Or trying nothing. Everything is allowed for as long as something is renewed or studied or extensively worn out or created(but that is only for the one or two few very good persons in your direct surroundings truly an option).

Drug use, drug use, drug use. Yes, food, cigarettes, alcohol. Yes, undermining ourselves in the destructive way. We are allowed to so we do. And that is only fair to the world for it is offering, to us, it is a matter of sheer politeness. And call me old-fashioned but I am a believer in accepting what is being offered. When it comes to food. And.. other things.
So a believer in drugs but also in Greek ascetism as means to reach.. well, anything substantial. But that is most of the time not our common goal as mankind, now is it. (Oops! A little bitterness there. Sorry about that!)

Anyhow. It is time to play every now and then, the playing faculty being what makes us human. So I have to add that to the drug use. Adrenalin, yes. The play-adrenalin for a favourite there. Playing. Yes.

A culture of thinkers to slip out of. Get out of there. Play and taste and run and stop comprehending NOW. You don't lose doing it. The only thing that is ever lost is TIME.