How Do You Handle the Weight of Time in Ancient Places?
Standing in the shadow of a millennia-old temple or holding a shard of pottery from a forgotten culture it’s humbling, but sometimes it hits harder than expected. The scale of time can feel overwhelming, like you’re just a blink in the grand timeline.
Do you ever get that sense of smallness when working with artifacts or ruins? How do you process it? I’d love to hear how others balance that awe with the reality of our own fleeting moments. Maybe it’s a mindset shift, or maybe there’s comfort in the continuity of human stories. What’s your take?
