Scattered Aurora

Hmmm... let's see for a change I've not written any new post in the last few days. No no, the blogging madness isnt over it's just that too much drama was unfolding at my house and i just didn't have the time or the peace of mind to write something. But now, now I'm back in college and it's 4.20 pm once again and i'm typing away like hell on the keyboard without any assembled thought or idea in my mind.
Sitting in front of the monitor, seeing it fill up with my thoughts as I type them in, i wait for my friend to get to my college. And as I sit here i start thinking of life (not how pathetic or awesome my life has been, but just life) and i think that we are all so doubtful of our past, at the mercy of our memories for the recollections, yet we still sit down by the heater and think of the good 'ol times. And i think we are so confused about our present, at the mercy of the terror and the baffling "truths'' of reality, but still we wake up each morning, stretch our limbs and contemplate on a beautiful new day (well some of us do :s). And i think we are so unsure about the future, at the mercy of the unknown and unforseeable morrow, yet we badger our better halfs about when are we going to get married (and for singles like me) what will we do tomorrow.
Do we ever sit down and think what if there is no future tomorrow, what if the past is not how we remember it, what if the present is nothing but a passing moment which is in itself a durationless instant. And then does this all inspire us to think whether Time really does exist in these three categories or is this just another human folly. For as Augustine advises us, ''Time is said to be tripartite – one part being past, one present, one future. Of these the past and future do not exist: for if past and future time exists now, each of them will be present. Nor does the present.''
The answer to all these questions is that yes we do think about all three things but only in context to Death do we burden our minds with such philosophies. But even then we just skim the surface, afraid to dive deep into these bottomless depths. The future only stops existing for us when we are no more; the past differs only with the memories of many people after we arn't there to correct them; and the present passes by only with our last breath.