Moments - Perceptions

There is so much I want to write about...all swimming in my head and almost drowning in my heart. What do I choose to write eventually? For whom? Myself? Bloggers? Acquaintances? Friends? Politicians? Men? Women? Youth? The World? Some Spiritual Beings? Those gone? Those yet to come? Those oscillating between life and death? Those living? Those dying?

Or, perhaps no one in particular....just anybody...and yet everybody.

One moment there's light at the end of the tunnel. Next moment, a train is racing towards me and I hardly have time to move away. I'm stuck. My feet feel glued to the ground. I imagine my body shattering into bloody pieces and then there's only blood...nothing of me.

And then, there are moments when fruit trees are abloom all around me. The birds are chirping happily and it feels like they are talking to me. I feel like I could talk back to them. I feel like I could fly like them and perch myself on a branch, looking pretty and happy. My tail feathers dancing crazily. My beak wiping itself to glory against the hardness of the branch. It doesn't hurt. There's no pain.

Then, there are you, me and they. We are together, yet we are unconnected. We are human, yet inhumane. We rush all day, yet the night isn't restful either. With the first cup of tea in the early hours of the morning sets in the first pangs of anxiety of what might happen or might not happen. What will be or will not be. What they will think or will not think. Unending pangs of anxiety. The blood pressure rising higher by the minute.

Whatever...

What is to happen...happens, it seems. Call it destiny. Call it fate. Call it God's will. Call it the devil's wish. Call it what we may...there is no certainty to anything we say or think or feel. Everything is a perception. Some perhaps hallucinations. A little bit of insanity. In some sense creativity.

Therefore, we are creative by nature and we should applaud ourselves for that. But, just like the cat killing curiosity, there is something that kills our creativity and our life is stunted. We grow no more.

We go round and round the mulberry bush...yet we dare to dream of development and progress. So, we are daring too.

If only...the daring and creativity held hands and walked together along the beach of the calm sea...we could take ourselves to heights unreached by birds, unmatched by mountains and unconquered by airplanes and rockets.

We would still be human, however, humane even when moments continue to be perceptions.