Life in motion

When i started national service, i was pretty excited. So naturally everything seemed exciting and time passed pretty quickly. After going through the routines and knowing what to expect, the novelty was lost. Being jaded i started thinking, what if i had a time machine?

So yes, my imagination started running wild. With a time machine i could just skip all the boring parts and just fast forward straight to the exciting parts.

That’s all very superficial if you ask me. I honestly think someone has already invented time travel. Maybe?

Think about it. If i were the inventor of the automobile, i’d kill myself. I wouldn’t be able to live knowing that my invention would be the cause of millions dying. If i had invented cigarettes, i’d be hooking millions of people to little brown leaves. Dependent on something they don’t need. Almost everything we have in modern living has detrimental effects somehow or in some way.

So if time travel was possible we wouldn’t have what we take for granted. So selfish you are if you really are holding it back! But you’re probably doing the right thing. Someone said something like the best years of your life are the years you spend suffering – Little Miss Sunshine. So.. if you’re going through tough times, keep your heads up, what you do now makes you who you are.

On a not so separate note, why do we feel so affected by loss? Like when a millionaire, who’s perfectly healthy as a human being could possibly be, loses all his money and kills himself.

How have we become so dependent on the not so important?

We let things stick to us like plasters on wounds that have long healed. We needed shelter we had caves, we have condos. We needed water, we had water, we have coke.

The discomfort of removing the plaster. Oh the pain of tearing it off or even thinking about it. And how vulnerable we become to the fact that yes, we might get hurt again.

So, we let the plaster stick longer and dig deeper into our flesh. So deep that when it finally does tear off, it tears off so much flesh from skin that we feel so naked. Then we bleed and whine. We over think. We do something permanently stupid because we are temporarily upset.

Why i’m saying all this? I don’t know. Or maybe it’s because my grandma is ill and i don’t like seeing her like that. Or the fact that there is nothing i can do about it. Such is the beautiful tragedy that is life. And i love everything about it.