A long long time ago, when there was calm in the world, everyone was happy, life was easy, there were no jobs to go to, no money to be made, no work to be done. An onlooker perhaps an old soul or some awkward young soul, would look at the world then think perhaps what’s going on, what’s the Meaning of the life, deep in the thought that soul would be lost in the moment. Perhaps after some time of Buddha’s life or some other lost prophet we began to think of this state as something good perhaps even sacred, we aspired to it as the highest state of peace, we knew actually what it’s called to be consumed in the moment. It is as certainly an idol that all of us looked at in our deepest moments of reflection. It was all a fable of mind unattainable, useless pursuit or whatever. It stayed a private affair for a very long time, had it been even present among us the humans, no one really talked of it, acknowledged it or maybe even looked down upon it. As the time advanced and we humans just seem to be coming closer and closer distances evaporating, perhaps so close that we are ripping apart from each other, in this juxtaposition of life’s great paradoxes, one cannot help but realise that we were always lost in the moment, consumed in the moment, some call it the routines of the life, some call it the passion of the life. It always seems to exist within our lives whether in this moment of split when we are in another place, or when we are in the only place we know off. All of us in these moments are really present in the moment, some seems to be enjoying it more some don’t, this awareness of our presence in time, in space, in mind, in passion, in this feeling, in this act, in this rupture, in this splits is simply all the more better for it. Cause now you know.
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