Something can be said about a realization that there comes a time when your own shadow can’t keep up with you. As you zip past it, you can glance back and it is still there..
A million thoughts racing at astronomical speed, some from past while others hinging on future fighting to get a space where they will ultimately reach an equilibrium.. but silently you remain aware that your own shadow is left way behind, imprinted like the immortal marks on the walls in Hiroshima while the conscious mind has eloped wtih entropy.
But there is something beyond the mind and physical self, that becomes the closest confidante.. an observer full of wisdom. A friend that simply accompanies without any strings attached. Is it the soul or God himself? The one who knows the shortcuts yet pushes you to take a long stroll.. the one who knows that everything is temporary yet compels you to make memories and plans with unnecessary efforts, the one that knows how the story ends but patiently let’s you write your own pages.
In this magically serene yet chaotic world, it is starting to profoundly sink in that we are indeed made of stars dust.. A periodic table jumbled up in a form that longs complete liberation.. a law of nature.. waiting every second of every minute to disappear to become fully present everywhere.
How soothing a thought to leave the stage and become part of the audiance. For once to clap and cheer the impeccably powerful presence of void and fulfilments all at once.
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