Fleeting moments

“We pass in front of a flower shop. A small, warm air mass touches my skin. The asphalt is damp, and I catch the scent of roses. I can’t bring myself to speak to her. She wears a white sweater, and in her right hand she holds a crisp white envelope lacking only a stamp. So: She’s written somebody a letter, maybe spent the whole night writing, to judge from the sleepy look in her eyes. The envelope could contain every secret she’s ever had.

I take a few more strides and turn: She’s lost in the crowd.” Haruki Murakami.

This is how it is in life – we like to believe people are just going around in small and big circles – trying to pay their bills and striving to met endless deadlines. Somewhere in this gyre, we get sucked into the belief all that life offers is an endless repetition. A litany like a string of prayer beads where each is exactly as the last one – and when we have finished one day, week, month and year of living. It is not so different from the finishing off where you once started from, where each passing day comes and goes and the only thing that really changes is the diminishing size of your toothpaste. Everything else stays the same, so it seems – life goes on exactly as it always did, so it seems – it is only when we make an effort to press that pause button somewhere in our heads that we begin to see that life isn’t a series of mindless repetitions where we just go to work on weekdays and spend time in the mall on the weekend – and in this new state of awareness, it is really only a matter of time before we will come across people, scenes and experiences where you just know, life can be so very different, if only you had the courage to run with the wolfs.

Darkness 2012

“If we look around the internet, you see many who write passionately about freedom – but how can one really be free, when there is ignorance and lack of will to understand what is really worth running after and throwing in the dustbin?”

Extracted from the Way of the Farmer – The Brotherhood Press 2012 – transmitted by the digital jamming deep space vessel KDD Carphathia.