We constantly ask for, save, and manage time, but what if this entire concept is a self-imposed prison? This reflection explores a radical idea: that the true goal isn't to master our schedules, but to cultivate moments where the clock ceases to exist entirely.

While we are consumed by the noise of trivial headlines, a third interstellar visitor is hurtling through our solar system, serving as a silent, cosmic warning. It reminds us of a chilling truth: the same science that gives us the devices in our hands is also screaming about the dangers we choose to ignore. Are we listening, or are we simply waiting for a high-definition broadcast of our own demise?

Sometimes, the trigger for the greatest change isn't a dramatic bang, but the quiet realization that one's own 'normal' life is the actual source of suffering. This text is an unvarnished reflection on the moment it becomes clear that neither advice nor therapy can help when you don't recognize the problem yourself. It's a story about the painful but necessary coming-of-age that follows a catastrophe.