Sometimes it is too hard a task to admit that you’ll never be able to live that moment, again. Well, of course, who has ever been able to predict time?
Gandhi said once, “Life does not give you what you want, but who you are.”
Beyond this whole concept of prediction, you know somewhere in your heart that the mirrors of your life change with every significant moment you pass. The moment is just complete in itself, for it bears little relation to the past or where you so desire to be in the future. The moment is an individual- lives less yet lasts long.
Throughout our lives, we get mirrored. It is like a long, long corridor- dark at the end and you don’t know where it ends or whether it ends or not-somewhere.
You’ll never stop. You have to move to the end. I believe that is one of a very few things that man has not created and cannot stop either. It is clamorous to see humans first creating something and then trying to lessen the impacts of it. Isn’t that the same for what we create inside us?
You keep moving- you have to move- the corridor takes you along; and when you think you are near to the end of that dark, black mirror, your edges expand. And they will keep expanding, until another, one and only moment comes that swallows and then spits you in another corridor; either white or grey.
Endlessly blanketed with the whole idea of the infinite, life is a maze and there are countless corridors. The ones you choose and the ones you cross lead you to the others- narrower or wider, brighter or darker, lonelier or the loneliest- you never know until you live in the moment and look back to where you’ve come from; when you realize that the whole walk until now was a life or a mere sleepwalk. The farther from the final pitfall that you live this moment, the better.
Sahil Sharma
Beyond this whole concept of prediction, you know somewhere in your heart that the mirrors of your life change with every significant moment you pass. The moment is just complete in itself, for it bears little relation to the past or where you so desire to be in the future. The moment is an individual- lives less yet lasts long.
Throughout our lives, we get mirrored. It is like a long, long corridor- dark at the end and you don’t know where it ends or whether it ends or not-somewhere.
You’ll never stop. You have to move to the end. I believe that is one of a very few things that man has not created and cannot stop either. It is clamorous to see humans first creating something and then trying to lessen the impacts of it. Isn’t that the same for what we create inside us?
You keep moving- you have to move- the corridor takes you along; and when you think you are near to the end of that dark, black mirror, your edges expand. And they will keep expanding, until another, one and only moment comes that swallows and then spits you in another corridor; either white or grey.
Endlessly blanketed with the whole idea of the infinite, life is a maze and there are countless corridors. The ones you choose and the ones you cross lead you to the others- narrower or wider, brighter or darker, lonelier or the loneliest- you never know until you live in the moment and look back to where you’ve come from; when you realize that the whole walk until now was a life or a mere sleepwalk. The farther from the final pitfall that you live this moment, the better.
Sahil Sharma
