You wake up one morning and go about your day. It’s a cross
between familiar routine and variation, but one that folds you into it in a
sneaky, submissive way. Depending on the kind of person you are, you either do
things yourself or get them done, and the day plays out nicely or not. Either
way, you think it’s a different day. Then, bang in the middle of a silent lull,
you begin to wonder about all the different events that have led you to this
moment.
Could you trace back every single decision or apathetic state of
withdrawal, every delicate nuance or heavy-handed mundane act, and every confident
stride or precarious step, that has led to this exact moment? A moment that
seems like a curious mirage of the time space continuum, one in which you’re
suspended but your thoughts are not. So you attempt to retrace the neural
pathways that you hope will lead you back to the beginning of time. You zip by
all the various dimensions and hues, first noticing only the differences, until
they deftly segue into a vast expanse that looks and feels like déjà vu on loop.
And like the continuous ridges of sand in the desert, it makes you feel like
you’re moving but stuck in the same place.
So you move backward now, which is
actually forward, in an attempt to return to the moment that prompted you to
retrace your steps in the first place. You realize that you’ve been living the
same chain of moments over and over in a huge cosmic recycling machine. Yet,
you are not the same person you were when you played out the exact same
scenario with someone else on another timeline. The moments are the same but
each time you experience them, you react with different vibrations in varying
sensory fields. So which of these moments is real and more importantly, which
of them had the real you living it? Are you the same person each time you
vibrate to the cosmic drum beats or does each moment give birth to a new
you?
2 comments:
"A moment that seems like a curious mirage of the time space continuum, one in which you’re suspended but your thoughts are not..." explains it all..
Aren't all the moments same.. somewhere someone at some point in history would have lived it the same way you have. Could it just be a repetition in loops but moving from one person to the other. Were you there living this moment which I do now? Am I living someone else's history...
Are these questions actually questions or answers to something else??
@Himanshu - Thank you for reading :)
You bring up valid questions, ones that have been marinating inside me for a while now.
I think the moments are the same but we are different each time. But then again, does our being different also slightly alter the structure of these moments each time?
I guess this is like any other idea that either grows or wilts depending on how well we water it or not :)
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