One: Everything about our existence is heartbreakingly fleeting, temporary and downright convoluted! Undeniably, in a blink, our appointment on earth will end. There was never an “if” about this verdict, it had always been “when.” This truth, however, is useless to navigate our complicated lives; so we helplessly resort to a delusion – that we may evade the inevitable, somehow, for a little longer. Perhaps self-deception might be the ultimate elixir to stay alive longer!
Two: Time destroys everything at the end. Add a hundred years more to our count of things, and there will only be a memory of us in faded paper or if we are fortunate, on stones. When moving between points, moving towards our rendezvous with destiny we notice the change in time. Laws of science conflicts with reality and obscure uncertainty principles make perception opaque, plagues us, makes us desperate for assurance. We frantically look for ways to make sense of it all because what we perceive to be true is far from it. Our existence seems mute, yet we still want to make an imprint to remain alive – only if in the memory of our loved ones – little longer than this pathetically small space-time continuum.
Perhaps there are no answers to our quest; we are only to ask questions as magnificent and vast as the universe itself. We started off our life to achieve a fixed outcome and choreographed a target. A target that changes its color like chameleons or shapes like an octopus or outright keeps moving away like a mirage because our meager understanding of the world was insufficient. Instead, we should have been floating like melting ice on a stream just being awestruck at every turn! Even when eyelids become heavy with the burden of age, it would be a comfort to acknowledge this concept. Realize we must that a stretch of life turns Payne’s grey only to announce the darkness of nothingness to arrive. Could we settle for it? Could we resolve it thankfully?