Now.
Dear Reader,
Allow me to paint you a picture.
Actually, no, not a picture, but rather, a moment. A single and solitary place lost to the vast expanse of space and time.
A young man, on the verge of greatness, but also the verge of insignificance. A young man, on the border of success and failure. A young man, walking a thin, razor-sharp tightrope, with a sunrise ahead, but abyssal darkness below.
A young man, typing on his computer, bashing out words upon words underneath the buzzing light of a streetlamp, sitting in a parking lot at 10:30 at night. Breathing the frigid, wintry Texas air, dreams above his head and demons below his feet, words flow out of his head like water.
Streetlights and stars shine down like spotlights on a cosmic stage. The wind blows as if prompting, and the computer screen stares back expectantly, as if to say, "What now?" Ants crawl around his feet like planets, in beautiful, cyclical, periodic motions that were almost predetermined and predictable, as if it were happening since the beginning of the universe; suddenly, if one steps out of line, and a new, elegant rhythm emerges, slowly cascading outward like a ripple. But frozen in time, there is no motion. Just a state, and a thought; a single, solitary prediction within a soul as to what may just happen next. The next moment could hold opportunity, or could bring ruin. In this still moment, the world could explode, the universe could collapse, the sun could die.
But it doesn't.
And so, reader, I leave you not with optimism, but not with pessimism. I leave you with the stark, yet somewhat comforting, reality that we live in. Where potential exists, but nothing happens. This is the single most important moment in our lives, where we reside, burdened by our pasts and gazing to an indefinite future.
I leave you, my beloved, with now.
Allow me to paint you a picture.
Actually, no, not a picture, but rather, a moment. A single and solitary place lost to the vast expanse of space and time.
A young man, on the verge of greatness, but also the verge of insignificance. A young man, on the border of success and failure. A young man, walking a thin, razor-sharp tightrope, with a sunrise ahead, but abyssal darkness below.
A young man, typing on his computer, bashing out words upon words underneath the buzzing light of a streetlamp, sitting in a parking lot at 10:30 at night. Breathing the frigid, wintry Texas air, dreams above his head and demons below his feet, words flow out of his head like water.
Streetlights and stars shine down like spotlights on a cosmic stage. The wind blows as if prompting, and the computer screen stares back expectantly, as if to say, "What now?" Ants crawl around his feet like planets, in beautiful, cyclical, periodic motions that were almost predetermined and predictable, as if it were happening since the beginning of the universe; suddenly, if one steps out of line, and a new, elegant rhythm emerges, slowly cascading outward like a ripple. But frozen in time, there is no motion. Just a state, and a thought; a single, solitary prediction within a soul as to what may just happen next. The next moment could hold opportunity, or could bring ruin. In this still moment, the world could explode, the universe could collapse, the sun could die.
But it doesn't.
And so, reader, I leave you not with optimism, but not with pessimism. I leave you with the stark, yet somewhat comforting, reality that we live in. Where potential exists, but nothing happens. This is the single most important moment in our lives, where we reside, burdened by our pasts and gazing to an indefinite future.
I leave you, my beloved, with now.
Insightful, Aditya.
ReplyDeleteYou displayed some amazing prose here. This means we must teach ourselves to fully and appreciatively grasp the concept of "the present", and live in the moment by responding to our environment as much as possible.
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