Life is really just a series of numbers and equations. We judge everything in our days by how long ago something was or how soon something is going to happen. I have come to the conclusion that I wish to distance myself from this idea as much as possible.
Yes, I do know that it is impossible to completely be devoid of time and the concept is really just that, a concept. We absolutely know nothing for sure. Yes one could argue that we can definitively prove that we are indeed alive and breathing, but I ask you, what is living? I know this is a heavy and loaded question that bridges too many gaps between science and religion and opens doors to places I don't really need to go to.
All I am saying is that we base so much of our lives on the notion that we are heading somewhere. That this thing we call life is leading us to a destination with an outcome and a meaning. I too want to believe that this is true but I also have a working brain and a universe telling me otherwise. Things happening for a reason is something I wish I could really understand better. Did those things that happened to me in the past prepare me for the moments that have come into being now? I mean I know that if I had never been ripped apart by the world I would not be able to be so open to love and affection when it is real and earned.
I also know that I will forever have a bond with a certain kind of person because of what I have gone through. I have been painted a color that only a few people can see. When they see my shade they will know me and I will divulge my secrets and one of those people have been dubbed the soul mate.
Oh soul mates, the arithmetic involved in finding the correct person for you out of the multi-billions of people in the world is astronomical. Yet what is if the universe has already done the math for us. What if that one person that was meant for us is really meant for us, like in the true sense of the word. That it was predetermined that we would be born and eventually find each other no matter where and when we were in time and space. I want to believe that this is true and that we are all destined to be happy at some point. My brain screams "no that is in idiotic thing to think and it is so beneath us to think otherwise". I just tell it to shut up because love is not a friend to the brain. The mind hates love because it can never truly understand it.
I trust my heart, and I listen to my brain, but rarely at the same time. This is one of those times. Whatever that means...
Yes, I do know that it is impossible to completely be devoid of time and the concept is really just that, a concept. We absolutely know nothing for sure. Yes one could argue that we can definitively prove that we are indeed alive and breathing, but I ask you, what is living? I know this is a heavy and loaded question that bridges too many gaps between science and religion and opens doors to places I don't really need to go to.
All I am saying is that we base so much of our lives on the notion that we are heading somewhere. That this thing we call life is leading us to a destination with an outcome and a meaning. I too want to believe that this is true but I also have a working brain and a universe telling me otherwise. Things happening for a reason is something I wish I could really understand better. Did those things that happened to me in the past prepare me for the moments that have come into being now? I mean I know that if I had never been ripped apart by the world I would not be able to be so open to love and affection when it is real and earned.
I also know that I will forever have a bond with a certain kind of person because of what I have gone through. I have been painted a color that only a few people can see. When they see my shade they will know me and I will divulge my secrets and one of those people have been dubbed the soul mate.
Oh soul mates, the arithmetic involved in finding the correct person for you out of the multi-billions of people in the world is astronomical. Yet what is if the universe has already done the math for us. What if that one person that was meant for us is really meant for us, like in the true sense of the word. That it was predetermined that we would be born and eventually find each other no matter where and when we were in time and space. I want to believe that this is true and that we are all destined to be happy at some point. My brain screams "no that is in idiotic thing to think and it is so beneath us to think otherwise". I just tell it to shut up because love is not a friend to the brain. The mind hates love because it can never truly understand it.
I trust my heart, and I listen to my brain, but rarely at the same time. This is one of those times. Whatever that means...