We are born to die.
With every tick of the clock the human body is very slowly deteriorating, gravity ever so slightly pulling at the skin until it begins to sag. Even the brain, while able to consistently increase levels of intelligence is not exempt from the distortions of father time. Comparable to dreams, the longevity of each present moment exists only as tattered fragments in the mind; temporary and slowly decaying. Memories grow more and more faded by the day, blurring and warping until there is nothing left but a few detached emotions, phrases, or colors.