The passing of time always becomes visible when I look at the life of the rosebud. During this time the bud blossoms, which catches my admiring eye with its full splendour. Its withering makes the process clear, which is the natural prerequisite of all living things. Everything is born and everything dies. This is my fate, too. The time between genesis and death is my life. My life’s time is relative – a day will seem too long, then it seems like the days fly by. What counts are my experiences. The more I experience and feel my presence, the more I get out of life and the more I get out of my time. Through my inspiration and my actions I create a period of intense experience and define my destiny myself. I’m clear about what era I’m living in and which lot I have drawn. Time can never be turned back. Each one of my experiences is unique.
I take time to do things that are important to me.