Paradox of Fiction

Dateline - August 4, 2012

We were both glad to be meeting each other.

She walked in with a smile on her face, glad that I was there. And so was I.

She later spoke about life, the people in it and what she aspires from it. And I of my past, my memories and the people I missed.

It was twilight.

She was pleased that she had found what she was looking for. And I was relieved to find what I was looking for.

She had rediscovered forgotten memories. And I had found trust. And a friend from half way around the world.

And in a mysterious way we were both contented. Comfortable.

I thought that if there ever was forever - this is what it is supposed to feel like!

No expectations. No preconceptions. Talking. Reminiscing. Not knowing when we'll meet like this again.

And the moments were sewn together so magnificently that the threads which held our memories blended into each other perfectly with no way to set them apart.

But as much as we wish to pause time and cling on to the instants that make our lives worth the pain, time shows us that everything must change and we must move on.

And so here I am... sitting in the same place where I had started. And she in the same place she was before the journey.

But we both reached a place we were not so sure of discovering at the beginning - Happiness!

Time

What, precisely, does time go around? Moment after sparkling Moment, it expands like a snake feeding on itself - Ouroboros The coin gyrating to a standstill on the table has its own symmetry, its own meticulousness. Like chaos producing peace. Like clamour building up to silence. But time is different. It has no symmetry. No Start. No Stop. Only Play! It makes us dance to its tunes. And its tunes are many. Stop. We must stop it. Bring it to rest. For time enslaves us. Puts us on a leash. Puppeteers us. Time must be broken, at least circumvented and manipulated. Time must be bound and constrained. It must be enslaved and not the other way round. If the machinery of time has a soul it must be broken.

If its soul has a voice it must be silenced.

If its voice has a harshness it must be quelled. A flashback from March 2010.

Forever

for•ev•er

Adverb

1. Without ever ending; eternally: to last forever. 2. Continually; incessantly; always.

Noun

3. An endless or seemingly endless period of time.

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Forever is nothing but a word – a remark, an expression – it holds no meaning.

There exists no such thing which can last forever. Nothing.

And that is why we cherish and cling onto our moments and memories like a treasure.

The memories and reminiscences we deliberately or accidentally support our lives on and struggle and attempt to be a part of.

The recollections we strive so hard to store and stock up in the concealed corners of our hearts.

Yet in the same depths of our hearts we very well know that, even in these seemingly safe crevices, the memories are not safe and will ultimately slip away and be lost to the vast expanses of emptiness.

Our prized memories will, someday, drain into the infinite voids of eternity. And so will we along with the entire universe we live in and also everything beyond it and not bound by it.

And that makes our times here much more fascinating and precious. And it is something that should drive us forward and motivate us rather than hold us back. This chance opportunity called LIFE is the most beautiful adventure which we as humans can cherish and enjoy. 

Mors Certa, Vita Incerta

"Death is certain, life is not."