What Time Is It?

What time is it?

Does anyone really, truly know?

Of course we don’t.

Nobody knows anything.

You and I don’t even know each other.

We’re like strangers.

Sure, I’ve adjusted all of the game’s settings to your exact specifications,

But who hasn’t?

It’s just a what I do, like a day job

And now…the job is over.

There’s no more information for me to gather.

I’ve collected all the data on you that I can.

And I still don’t really know you.

And you don’t know me.

And neither of us know what time it is.

No I won't explain myself.

My sona interacting with my ocs

The best piece of advice I can give you, as someone who’s done with it and deeply regrets just about everything:

Don’t sell your entire childhood for praise. Don’t waste your entire childhood chasing a dream that can throw you away the moment you’re no longer performing at your unrealistic best all of the time. You have a life, you’re not some kind of drone ffs.

And when it’s all done, will you truly be able to look back on everything and say with absolute certainty that this is what you truly desire? That this path you forged is what fulfills you?

When there’s no longer anybody there to tell you that you’ve done a good job, how will you find that validation within yourself?

Today is the only day you can reblog this.

PARATOBER DAY 3: TIME

Tried out my new drawing tablet for this. 😼 ALSO MIGHT'VE MISSED DAY 2, MY APOLOGIES HGHJ