Time and Life
Recently someone was talking to a someone else, so I heard about their age progression(aka Getting old 😋) and thought about my 2 or something university years and the years that took to arrive here and the plans and aspirations to move forwards to what I want with my life It almost feels like everthing to me, and the goals, visions, passions, and so many a things seem larger than life(poetically speaking but you will also see later), but after perceiving years pass so quickly and yet so astonishly slowly (kindly recommend a cross language amalgam) they feel like just like a score on a card, a number on a paper, a line drawn on a prison wall, simply mundane and neither abstractingly hiding all the intricacies of Mathematics, nor the vastness of presence of emotions on certain things resulting from subjective tendencies like 3 years of happiness 1 month of sadness and all the many memories built in them being remembered at once to the subject that watches those lines, or considerin...
