There are
particular mornings when you wake up with the awkward feeling that something is
gone, perhaps washed away by the tequilas of the previous night.
A blank and neutral feeling, not particularly deep nor
light.
Neither relief nor sadness. It still feels numb while drinking a strong coffee.
This morning's feeling was that the Covid-19
period is now definitely over.
Even if the virus returns it will never be
the same again. The sensation of magic and loss is gone never to be experienced in this way again. For this period represented an opening up to life and a greater sensitivity to beauty. Than as the day proceeds
and you walk it over, you realise that the thing is
buried somewhere deep inside you. For some things are meant to fizzle out but a few
others continue to define what we are and what we are becoming.
Somethings are shelved
in the comfort that they have been consumed
and understood.
Others remain undefined just“things”, which are not meant to be understood ever.
But it does not really matter how consequential and real these things were
for them to define us.
Even the most
insignificant and ephemeral incidents, sheer footnotes in the great scheme of things, can belong to
this category of 'things'.
It can be a
chance encounter, an incident, a ghost (I have seen one when I was a child), a landscape, a song,
a place in some distant land, a garden, a dream, a
coincidence, a long or a short conversation, a kiss, a moment when you felt slipping in a parallel universe or even a look.
But there comes the moment when you realize
how futile it is to keep searching for the
meaning of everything. Some things are simply outside our control. Submission is liberation.
That moment sets you free.
Of course some of these things may take a
life of their own and evolve and even flourish.
But some continue making our hearts smile, as they are shelved in the brain without having been deciphered, where they become a part of what we are. And what we are is hardly something we can ever understand.
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