I know, my friend, I know. I must one day give up these desires and ambitions. Inevitably, in time.
But while I’m still here, while I am of this mud and rock, this breath and blood, I cannot help but try. Strive. Yearn. Scratch. Claw. For all the things I know should be but are not yet.
There is no other choice.
… just a little longer, I ask. Just a little.
And then, I see.
This pleading is why time began.
— yoav golan