This is what we call life. It's different for all of us. From perspective and reaction to imagination and belief, we're trapped in the present moment of decision as time moves through and around us. No one had a choice in the matter, but everyone is expected to see it through. People turn to many different opiates for comfort in this. Religion, love, art, drugs, and ignorance are popular methods of escapism that "save" us from the harsh understanding of our mortality. As we're drawn closer to the end, the sense of urgency rises and we're in more need of touch and interaction. We want to be anything but alone. What remains at the end of the day, as Hunter Thompson put it, is "the desperate assumption that somebody-or at least some force-is tending that Light at the end of the tunnel" as well as the lingering prayer that we can eventually connect with it.
