There exists nothing through which time remains immemorial. Men die, love fades, knowledge is forgotten, mountains collapse, the seas dry up, the Earth the Sun the Moon and the Stars themselves will all have their lives cut short. Even time itself dilates and grows slower and slower as eons fade into eons and the laws themselves are forgotten and rot away.
It is man's selfish wish to preserve that which is destined to rot away, whether that's because we know the inevitability of the current we struggle against or that we are so arrogant in our desire to bend the laws of the universe to fit our wants and desires.
But all things must rot.
The best meal enjoyed again and again becomes commonplace. What once was impossible becomes habit. The love you pursued for years becomes your wonderful everyday and becomes a smolder. The child, despite our best intentions and wishes, will grow up and become old until they are just a peer and no longer a baby. Friends will betray you. Lovers will leave you. Your parents will die. The places you loved will be torn down, corrupted, taken over, and perverted. And all you've observed and cared about and hated and reviled will return to the Earth.
All things will rot.
We desire the impossible, to deny our logic in lieu of a childish wish. If only this could last forever. If only I could achieve that high again. If only I could usurp the laws that govern existence. We seek the perfection and unblemished while knowing full well that it can never be nor should it be. To stave off death and fear and the unknown. To avoid failure and suffering. To attempt to arrogantly become the masters of fate and time as if it was so simple to erase the negative from our world and leave it like a newborn: pure and unadulterated.
All things must rot.
Rotten to the core, rotted from the inside out, wrought rot. The smell and feeling of decay is so repulsive that our body rejects it with all of our senses. Do not smell the rot for it'll ruin the sweet. Do not taste the rot for it'll poison the body. Do not observe the rot for it'll forever taint your view. Do not embrace the rot for you'll rot too. Do not hear the rot for death comes for us all.
All things eventually rot.
To remove the rot is to deny the future and to cling to the past. Life cannot begin without the destruction left in its wake. Winter must come for new life to bloom. The negative has to exist to give the positive its splendor. Death reminds us to live today for that is all that we have. There is no past and there is no future. We cannot return into our mother's womb there is only standing still and rotting away now or moving forward and rotting away tomorrow. Nothing can exist unblemished, no perfect plan exists, there will never be a right time nor a proper path. For we are all rotting away constantly, eternally, unable to stop the inevitable you must accept the rot or doom yourself to suffering until the rot consumes you anyways.
All things will become rot.
So we must revel in the present. Irreverently embrace the feelings and thoughts we have. Consume the things we desire. Love without fear. Hate without consequence. Cry when we're sad. Ask out the girl out of our league. Spend too much. Explore as much as we can. Do the things we detest and live in fear of and forcefully continue on through the terror and anxiety that everlastingly has its tendrils in our hearts and minds. And while we cannot avoid the inevitability, perhaps we can stretch out the moments of presence to stave off the rot just a moment longer as it chases us as we rush into tomorrow.
All things must rot.