TRANSIENCE, MOMENTS & PASSAGES

           There has been a scarcity of peaceful days over the last few months—a continuous occurrence of incomprehensible events happening consecutively that has completely messed up my pace of thought.

          It has become a privilege just to be able to look at the evening sun without worrying about exams, assignments, or replies. Like most people at different points in their lives, I too began to wonder if this was it for the rest of my life, struggling to keep up with the day that doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath.

          It almost amuses me to walk around the grounds trying to find some inspiration—to find what’s missing in my life that could maybe make things a bit more interesting, give me some new feelings, or let me escape this reality just for a few moments.

          There used to be a time when I put my headphones on and listened to any kind of music to train myself to focus on the current work, but now multitasking and having to micromanage every single thing that I’ve got to do on my own makes me feel like I’m drowning in a sea of Legos, and the only way out is by making a tower out of them and barely being able to hold onto it.

          People tell you that it’s a mess you made for yourself and that you’ve got to clean it up yourself, but here’s the question to all of them: Are we responsible for everything that happens around us—every single stone thrown at us or every event that could be the sum of countless decisions made by individuals around us that affects us in ways we wouldn’t be able to predict even if we wanted to?

          Not putting the blame on someone may be the right thing to do most of the time, but taking responsibility for actions out of our control is not noble; it’s naïve, and asking one to do so is just adding to the pressure people are always talking about.

          I’ve realised that when we start listening to music to take off the pressure instead of listening to it just for pleasure, that’s when we must understand that we are in that stage of life where we need some external stimuli to get relief. From then starts the countdown that ticks toward the moment when we acknowledge the fact that we have had enough of this life and just want to rest.

          Discussing all these abstract concepts with people one lives with or talks to every day may make one seem like a millennial reminiscing about the golden days, but it doesn’t change the fact that deep inside, everyone feels the same. The simplest way to go through all this and come out of it safely might also be the most difficult thing to do: finding that one person onto whom you could dump all your tensions and trusting that they would do the same for you. It could literally be anybody—a person you just met and found some dynamic with, your close friends, or, on some rare occasions, even your siblings or your folks.

          In this life, one can find anybody to be that mate as long as they can trust them, open up to them, and maybe get some free therapy from that special relationship. The crux of the matter is that changing times may change you, even making you a person who needs or accepts help from someone else, but that doesn’t have to be a bad thing. As moments pass, you might find yourself already nearer to that person or even with them, so hold onto them as tightly as you can and maybe live a bit shamelessly, because half of the best moments pass by because some are too shy to attempt anything new.

Truly,

ENIGMA.