to live life in its midst…

The way we live our lives, the way we love and perhaps the way we die, mirrors perfectly in our everyday emotional stories. Though having a perishable existence, the human being is always trying to fly higher to the eternal blue, then levitate at an accessible height – in a permanent dual state: half agony half utopia and aspiration, descending on the earth, metamorphosed and reshuffled in the eternal Sinidisis of the Stardus later. In fact, the human’s relationship with time is an essential drama. Time is intimately linked to the feeling of our own existence. No matter how long-lasting anything is, however, there are boundaries in time: every human, house, political regime, pyramid or other such constructions designed to face the ages, stars, and galaxies, even love will find its end at some point. I have always liked correlation, a comparison between the existence and the death of a relationship and a person. A relationship really dies when you don’t think about it, when you don’t remember it anymore, I think a person really dies with the last memory of him/her. Only then, with the last memory of a person, can the transition from the collective consciousness towards the collective unconsciousness be made.

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Heraclitus from Ephesus was the first Greek philosopher to have correlated our converting to time. Thus, the philosopher said that we could not sink twice in the same river, because between the two moments the river has changed and is no longer identical to the one in the first moment. There are dozens and dozens of types of time: chronological time, physical time, biological time, subjective time, morphological time, quantum time, relativistic time, etc. Therefore, any attempt to define time is a trap without an exit. My perspective is that time needs metaphors. Without the metaphor, the understanding of the world is crippled. And it is not about the metaphors learned in a literature class or the “rhetorical metaphor of beauty,” but about a cognitive and creative metaphor. Because when we talk about time metaphors, we do not refer to time as a preexisting entity. Besides these metaphors, time does not exist.

To understand time like a wave, sometimes maybe a tsunami that comes over us, or rather we come as a wave over time. These are two extremes, and everyday life is somewhere between those two. There is a lot of inadequacy between our hopes and what we are given to live, being anchored here under the circle sign, but that does not prevent us from living every moment fully. What is the charm of the passing of time? To catch a magical moment to enthrall you, to remain in your memory, to attach yourself to it. That makes all of time! The beauty of time is to enjoy the moment. The encounter with good people, few in number, is at the firm boundary between blessing and revelation.

As far as I am concerned, I will not escape from anything that is human in living, as a vehicle towards myself. I will hope, I will get excited, I will celebrate, I will be sad, I will be disappointed, but I will always choose to live life in its midst.

 

Author: mydoina

Who looks outside dreams; who looks inside, awakes. -Carl Gustav Jung-

18 thoughts on “to live life in its midst…”

  1. This was a beautiful post! We should all always try to live each day to it’s fullest! I wanted to thank you for liking my post about Fading Hope, I really appreciate the support. I am so excited to read more of your posts and I really hope you will like more of mine! I hope you have a great evening!!

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