there is no time.

I listened to jazzy music from Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald one rainy evening, blessed by the doodle celebrating Swing dance and Savoy ballroom. When I was amidst Ella's beautiful voice, it took me a nanosecond to recall her figure from my long-gone memory; she was someone by Louis Amstrong side and, in the meantime, Marilyn Monroe's best friend.

I would never believe that such contradicting personalities can ever coexist and support each other that way. Louis and Ella, understandable, they're all singing jazz together. Ella and Marilyn, it took me a while to find what's the intersection here. It finally came out to me that there is nothing but pure friendship.

At the end of the day, when we're all gone, there is no fat or slim, black or white, ugly or beautiful, we are one, in this timeless [uni • verse]. There isn't any start or end of time, only illusions of pasts, nows and futures; there has always been one state throughout human history.

Heaven, it's human, hell, it's also human. Science, it's human, art, it's also human. Neither French nor Mandarin. We're all a part of everybody else. Differences strike on the surface, on the branded clothes we wear; however, to our very soul, blood and bones, we all yearn for a good life - someone to love, something to look forward to, something to keep us secure in tough times.

Humans have always been humans, but it took us long before we all realized that. Existentialism is tough, that doesn't mean we shall not enjoy it; we may be gone one day soon. After all, we only have today to say what's needed to say, do what's needed to be done, feel what needed to be felt, so on and so on.

Time is an illusion to keep us updated in this modern world. Focus less on managing time and par it to the bone on timelessness. You never know whether or not tomorrow will come.