WE RUN FOR LIFE IN NEVER ENDING RACE.

 

 

 

WE RUN FOR LIFE FOR OUR ENTIRE LIFE,

BUT LIFE RUNS OUT OF LIFE FROM OUR OWN LIFE!!

 

One more profound and poignant observation of life’s paradoxical nature. We strive, we hustle, and we run a never-ending race towards success, love, money, financial stability, legitimate purpose, and Immortality, or simply saying planning for next weekend on the very first day of the week! Seriously! Boss, while reading this very article, life slipped very smartly and quietly back door, without our knowledge, far out of our scope. And, life’s fleeting nature reminds us of our mortality, not being immortal forever. Isn't it very poignant? Throughout our entire life, we plan the arrangements for the life we want to live, but that very life has its own agenda, its own narratives that unfold for us. Just not able to decode this joke of life, “we schedule our life, or life has its schedule”.

Even much before the moment we pop out into the world, naked, vagitus –the first bawl, cry, of a newly born baby. We are confused whether to celebrate or be prepared for life lifelong, eternal MARATHON WITH NO MEDAL as a reward. We started our first ever race as sperm, among our clones of 40 millions sperm, for the existence in life as the fittest for survival!! Phew, we raced to live and experience life, which we never knew about before. And this sperm race concluded as “LIFE” with many more races to be performed throughout life.

We were taught, mentored or instructed, or guided to get moving and more of moving. First, we were told to crawl, and then, more perfect crawling, walking, and then more poised walking, then running, finally, which was crafted with phrases like achieve, chase, win, and more of wins. And in this entire exercise of “life race”, unknowingly, we became participants of the biggest prank being played by life! Merely, just whenever we f we were going to hit the hang of all shake of life, the best of ever prankster, life, starts quietly withdrawing. We engaged ourselves in disengaging our own lives into shreds of sweat! And yet, entire lives, we MARATHON RELIGIOUSLY, irrespective of caste, creed, or sex. Religiously, without much asking life what we want, we follow the muddled dogmatic pseudo belief of life as “RACE”.

We exist; moreover, we have mechanised ourselves into machines, cursed! In an age where “hustle” is considered a divine virtue, a perfect pseudo notion, sleeping long are losers, rest is sin- as time is money, and one must wake up at 5 A.M, have organic tea, with warm water, lemon water with honey journal your daily muster of life as log book- write down three deeds to be done least daily, dominating your goal(s) daily. Even leisure feels never-ending, KPI-KEY PERFORMANCE INDICATOR, a quantified measurement over unstoppable time for a specific objective, i.e., race, and more of race. And all the whilst, “LIFE” chuckles, sipping martini-half stirred and half shaken (life is dancing martini where a perfect blend of life is half shaken and half stirred) in the corner, whispering,” wow,  they fell for it (prank)”.

We chase love, win love, nurture love with fragile care, and invest our heart in a relationship in “PURSUIT OF LOVE”. But the same “pursuit of love” can be all-consuming! Priorities of life can be shifted, changed, or diverted into other unwanted lanes of life, while chasing the same chasing love, nurturing, winning over love, or investing our heart, and ending up miserable, an accident which might not only paralyze the notion of true love but lose the sight of self-dignity aspect of life. At this point, the quest for true love becomes so intense, obsessive then abusive that other important breath-giving aspects fade into the background from foreground of life collage.

Short anecdote, she spent a years for her soul mate, pouring her heart into every relationship, hoping one day the nurtured plant will bloom into a blossom of love and affection!. But one day, she looked back, and she realized she’d missed out on beautiful friendships, career milestones, and precious moments with family. A friend once asked,” Did you find love?” She smiled wistfully and replied,” Forget about love, but in the chaos of love, I did not earn one single soulful friend. All I found life was passing by me smiling”. It’s important to balance and appreciate life as a journey where many transitions take place and not be reluctant to it, not just the final destination.

Not only that we spend (invest) decades building a career. We indulged or being to raise a castle in hell, where we get burnt day and night. We face the different facets of strikes from any end without prior our knowledge, yet we strive to protect and defend in any circumstances. And we do all these acts of never-ending race just so we can smilingly retire and finally enjoy “life” in peace and rest!! …”  REST” where and what is left rest in the so-called “rest” than a bunch of medical prescriptions, medical unpaid bills, maybe insurance bills, medical reports with more confusing notes,  aches and pains in various departments of the body, frustrations of not being able to perform independently anymore and may more in list….just being left as residue. Most of the sacrifices represent productivity chasing promotions that may or may not mean anything in the end, every day, new challenges in the arena of life, as combat duels…target schedules where we forget our real target, unclaimed, in a roller coaster.

We puppet, we jump, we dance on every single chance we get as an opportunity, we clown on our being, yet we showcase” CAREER” as a circus, where we participate to act and entertain the rest of the world as colleagues, and again those colleagues entertain others too. And this so-called circus goes on performing acrobatically, where dear “LIFE” acts as ringmaster rest of us…….do we want to know even. Life makes a sarcastic point,” Congratulations, you have climbed the ladder and swings, wrong building though. And like a clown, we merely cry over the mask of a smile! And yet once again, it becomes a powerful act of entertainment.

Now, when the career wheel breaks spirit, you discover a spirituality path as a new address for accommodation, arranging new karmic baggage to let go, meditating, and seeking immense abundance to balance, often while paying back for retreat or downloading the wrong app of life!!. Even peace, then, has become performative. Then, we regret not prioritizing our spiritual growth earlier, longing for a more meaningful, purpose-driven life. We often turn to the spiritual path of awakening our consciousness when life itself is fleeting. We should have been mindful about cultivating spirituality or self-awakening throughout our precious life, rather than waiting till the end.

And after all these chasings and winning races as so called ultimate goal of life, what do we get? A memorial post with “RIP” WRITTEN IN BOLD AND CAPS, along with a few emojis. We always knew this was coming, but still, we participated in these races, and we treated life as a permanent gig. The real sarcasm, or rather stated as a sarcastic truth, is that we waited our entire lives for the right time to live.  Recently, we all learned and adapted a new philosophy of life, “live like the last day”…. absolutely wrong interpretation. Don’t live like it’s your last day, Live like it's only a day….Life doesn’t wait, and it never ends. It passes by and we just wave a hand. It leaves a sarcastic, absurd, beautiful, “RUN”. Learn to read it right, before life runs you.

Life plays out in contrast; we chase meaning in chaos, laugh to hide tears and painful screams, and live like we will never die, immortal. Maybe this is a joke on us, but it is also for us.

 

We run for life in our entire lives,

“AND” life runs out of life from our life.

But maybe, just maybe,

If we stop running, chasing blindly, following, or pursuing,

We will see life was right there, all along.

And not in or over the finishing line.

There is no substantial finishing line ever.

As there is no life left beyond the finishing line ever.

But yet we run and run for run in absurd, beautiful, sarcastic “RUN”

Just note to understand clearly,

We run for life in our lives,

BUT life runs out of life from our life.

or 

We run for life in our lives,

AND life runs out of life from our life.

 

 Inked by: d’pen

 

LET THE TIME SPEAK...OR TIME NEVER SPEAKS

 

 

LET THE "TIME" SPEAK....

Often heard and read commonly as mature and sophisticated advice ,”LET THE TIME SPEAK” or “LET YOUR VICTORY SPEAK” or “LET YOUR LIFE SPEAK” or sometimes more wishful words or set of words as statement: like “don’t waste your energy on words to prove yourself, let the time speak”… “Sometimes we just need to be quite and let the time speak” or like “let us always guard the tongue: not that it always be silent but it should speak at proper time”……and many more seldom talks, gesture have been marked in our life upon us. They read very sensible as well impressive and thoughtful to be said or called mature vision.

We all grew up in the midst of such sayings, off course there are plenty of them which have been transited, transformed or translated from generations back as folktale or in form of folklore. Which are indeed very prominent impactful on our life till date.

What is TIME and what is philosophy behind the perception of TIME? What did the great philosopher PLATO say or what did the great Greek Philosopher had to say about time or what did another Greek Philosopher HERACTITUS remarked Time as? They all had valued time in their aspect so thus, the mad remarkable classification on time. They had their individual reservation upon the perception TIME, but the core bottom is time keep moving and we need to understand as well learn that at the soonest.

Time represents the “moment”-short period which takes or act every  another second is recorded as the moment of that particular time, as static…what has happened or presume what can be happened in as futuristic notions. Time is a period, era or epoch-point to time distinguish by any specific event or state of affair, which we want to mention regardless any static or dynamic situation. It does not only leaves the mark with value to be learnt, but a good source of life, speak up, learn up and lead up.

Since we cannot predict or forecast the very second moment come up as, we are reading these lines as we presume surely something will happen in future, so let the TIME speak.

Let the time speak….so I wanted to hear how does the TIME sound like…..and what it speaks…and what all THE TIME has spoken so far…with lots of mysterious quest raising a wave in my mind .So I set out to seek for it.

I sat in front of a clock with understanding to learn, understand and know of what TIME speaks, like every good and decent student. I started hearing and observing very close and carefully what does time speak. It might sound little childish little immature or infantile ….or on contrary we may say curious, enthusiasm or may be another child who has excitement outburst to know and learn something.

Well it took me time to settle down in the dark silence, where the things made life motionless for while…..maybe I hold soul of life…solitude!!! I could not hear only but could feel the trumpet beat on my heart loud….TICK-TICK-TICK loud and clear without missing and harmony signal space of rhythm….It dignified the situation with endless yet continual knots making sense beside rhythm of your breath with that of very time!!!

Initially it made me nervous…little agitated. Little edgy…or panic anxious. Yes you may call it excited but panic and anxious, because most of us are not habituated with solo solitude in our core and routine life

.But, gradually I started appreciating the silence…of solace! I realized for the first time the word “PEACE…SILENCE….OR SOLACE”, eternity of existence. I could feel the “resonance” of time ticking TICK-TICK-TICK in same amplitude of life as cycle. Time was speaking clear and loud and I could hear THE TIME speaking…speaking the spoken and unspoken words! “UNSPOKEN”?? Yes heard right phrase. I could hear, simultaneously the unsung sound of time….Every tick was backed and supported by the sound “tock” in wade and fade way. IN normal our brain sense and hears one sound tick, but is backed harmonically in lower pitch tock… Combine TICK-tock-TICK-tock travels together any journey of time in life. That was when I realize TIME speaks but we need to hear them or rather say, TIME spoke, all we need to learn that.

The moment I realized “I” heard was spoken moment and no more speaking mode! All I realized TIME do speak the action as recorded assignment of moment passed and does not repeat same action again. It does not stop its oscillation either but signifies spoken as well unspoken words of life. We do mean very much that every word spoken words in life, but, forget not UNSPOKEN words do have voice all we need to learn and translate well.

We need to learn to translate time spoken in signals, beat, pulses, impulses or very every moment of action, clear and loud before it gets fade with next TICK to tock and redefine and register new actions as TICK tock...TICK tock…TICK tock… . TIME registers all the spoken and unspoken words and at same time it states “TIME is running out”. It signifies, indicates, shows, alludes TIME always runs out and never going to come back and speak or state ever LOUD again. But TIME states the action has been spoken fair enough well in very past moment and embarked with low pitch elude of action took place.

Time never speaks but only states the action took place and reads it as signals very moment and we need to learn to listen, read clear and loud before it fades in echo leaving behind the fades and seek new as TICK-tock.

 

LET THE TIME SPEAK, BUT TIME ALWAYS RUNS OUT.

Time never speak, but registers the spoken words as past,

Try to learn and understand what is spoken before it fades and new words

THE TIME SPEAKs…..TICK-tock, TICK-tock, and TICK-tock.

 

 

 d’pen

BLACKWHITE -"Time writes stories....no time no stories" .

 

“Once upon a time....”We all have heard these lines once in our life time ,it might be bed time stories ,fairy tales  ,granny narrating the precious treasure hidden in deep sea of our hearts or any imaginations of perpetual incident from past  as relevant fact or irrelevant fact or  merely myth. Most of have grown hearing this line or piece of phrase, “once upon time”, and to be honest during childhood story with these lines line seemed something missing. It might be page from legends who contributed to our life, or cutie Cinderella or story of demon and Brave prince. And the beauty of this line or phrase is being used globally, internationally, irrespective of land boundaries or civilization, custom or culture. Any civilization that evolved on this planet is sure the most convectional story telling mode is same and must have same line but different folklore with different flavor.

Wondering why “once upon a time...?”Why....? Why......? Why.....?Have any one of you all ever though why so? I pity, not most of us might have even though on it forget about why so? , because, we think, it’s illogical and non-rational, irrelevant. But honestly, unfortunately, it’s sarcastically irony! It is logically, relevant and rational to think so, which unfortunately busy in our schedule and against our so called intelligent quotient level either we don’t think or we miss to think so! We all, being so called rational animal never think off, very common logic is meant to be for common men and women...of course we believe our self to be more than average above then common super men or women! Forget let’s not perceive the personal purview.

Any incident, accident or any event, do state “TIME” and only TIME when it happened, why it happened then, what for it happened and what was its outcome or net resultant. It might be epic, mythological, folklore, traditional, legendary, custom, belief, ritual, or any other reason, base is only and only time. Any incident real or myth, fiction or nonfiction, does have only one common aspect that took place or likely took place is “TIME.” We all represent time of our existence, time of being alive and time we lived here on! Today, we produce the real time value of our existence ,but tomorrow we will be , may be , excellent example of for coming time period and will be recreated(as remembrance) as story which would again be narrated as “ONCE UPON TIME....”

But, just imagine if there is no “TIME”....? Or in other words time has stopped, or exhausted from life. Just imagine if the factor” time” is just broken from life, just extinct or vanished....then? Then? Then? Question arises, then what? Then probably there won’t be story to be told, to be heard, to be narrated, to beloved, or to be learnt lesson from. The whole incident or accident without time factor to be register will be null and hence void to be transacted as transitional story, will not breathe the life to travel next generations or even timeline. Time is a password which does not only narrate the transitional value from point to another but conserves the whole episode as epic to read, write or learn upon it. Time is only factor stated as continuous, perpetual, unceasing, constant, non-stop, endless, etc.

In fact time do , only ,represent or narrate about our extinct or space to narrate fictions and non-fictions around us ,may be in term of folklore or simply fossil....but it does and only does “states the STATE  of time then”

Unfortunately, some of us are either doing not understand the factor time or we over understand the time. Most of ambitious confidently invest and reinvest the time and only few explores and exploit as limitless limited time as in time. The sarcastic fact of time is it never let you to run ahead of time for long(though it seems but trust me its most beautiful dangerous mirage) and it does neither let you run-back as leftover of its time, only if you live in time! We try to stock time for tomorrow-as borrowed one, but honestly unfortunately time does not get stocked, it’s only our stories remains as stock for others to read and learn...only life stories lived in time!

Today, we all are blessed with time-good or bad, rich or poor but least we do have time to be changed in right way. Irrespective of status ,do spare some time , do share some time or nothing much will be left over to write wrong or right ,tell or say about it.....fiction or nonfiction. Words only travel, if it ever lived in any dimension of time as dynamic.

“TIME WRITES STORIES (RIGHT OR WRONG)

BUT

NO TIME THEN NO STORIES”

Once upon time.......

d’pen