Each tick of a watch will never come back.

 

In the precision of a second, almost two people die and a bit more than four are born, increasing the earth's populating in 2.44 new individuals per second.

 

0.1 HIV new infections, 0.42 Hectares of forest are lost. 967 barrels of oil are pumped. 1.14 cars and 2.66 new computers are produced... incredibly contrasting with the rhythm of all other times.

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Our planet was formed from the disc of gas and dust that surrounded the recently created sun 4600 crones ago. Since the first primitive organisms started to inhabit the oceans and the photosynthesis process began to fill the atmosphere with oxygen, creating the oxidising environment in which we live today, it took more than 4000 crones for the arrival of the first hominids. Our civilisation is less than three crones old. It’s easier to start to say three million years. Three million years of prehistory and some five thousand years of history. Such a slow process... in which the vast majority of individuals had just disappeared, like if they had never existed.

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At each second, innumerable dreams are being lived. So many new expectations, so many frustrations, so many starts and endings, with something in between that we call existence. Life can be, at the same time, extraordinary and senseless. Living the best we can is the grand sense to be here, believing that at each of those ticks we can be better in some aspects, not all, but some... even knowing that most of us are going to be forgotten someday. However, we are 2.44 more each second, at each click... and my heart beats once. Once more... and at the same time once less. I don’t know... I have more and more questions each second.