Every once in a while I'll get this overwhelming sense of existential melancholy as I do something mundane. Random little things that remind me how long I've been on this planet. How far things have come.
I was cleaning my house over the weekend and found an old pill bottle from 2017. I was doing laundry and it made me think of all the different outfits I used to wear at my old office job in 2013. I saw the sweatshirt my ex gave me. My alarm goes off, a daily reminder to send an email to my Dad.
It doesn't matter what you do, time marches on.