A finite of infinites

1. A friend just told me that I can talk to him anytime when I am not busy cuz he is online 24/7.

2. I just got out of a jet-lag (or I hope I did).

3. Time is a bit disoriented for me at the moment (as always).

The combination of the above three just got me thinking about the concept of time and the feeling of infinite within the finite.

Life, is finite, yet somehow it always feels endless. They say that technically you won't feel that life is ending until moments before it does. Maybe it is a gift given to us by GOD then, to live in an infinite way. You see, any miracle can be accomplished within this infinity.

"Time, what a tricky little thing." - Larry from 'Closer'.

If you really think about it, what is the meaning of time? We, as humans, are the ones who set the clock, set a finity to our time. There's the minutes passing, the hours ending, the end of "a day", etc. There must be once in the past a time when people simply thought, "Oh, the sun sets and rises and sets and rises, so..... what? it will keep setting and rising and setting and rising..."

Okay, technically when I write, I tend not to know what I am writing or if my writing makes any sense because I tend not to really be me when I am writing which makes the full content of this absolutely stupidly awkward sounding.

Okay... the above is more or less a complain from someone who's totally confused with time and have been doing the wonderful job of chasing time for a long time.