When we are young, time feels endless, so the idea of getting old or dying seems distant, almost unreal; our minds protect us by focusing on the present, on growth and possibility. As we age, the change happens so gradually that we rarely feel it happening we still see ourselves as the same person inside, even as the years pass. This quiet illusion is part of being human: we live forward without fully sensing the limits of time, not because we ignore reality, but because hope, routine, and survival keep us moving, often more aware of living than of the inevitable end.