An insurgent's grim dissent against the relentless thorn of time might not change the direction of sands in the hourglass, nor can it's rate of flow be altered. But yes, the elating ecstasy the soul gains is unmatched. While dreading the carpe diem that reeks of the veracity isn't much conducive to pacify your soul, raging feud with the the reality also doesn't abate it's repugnance. Dementia might stifle your strive for freedom but at least that way the soul escapes time's sodomy.