Traveler…

I hope this message meets you in good tidings! It’s been a crazy year for everyone and if one thing is for sure, it’s that we will never forget it.

A lot of things changed. It’s been five years since I last wrote and because I haven’t written a piece for so long I’m confused about what I want this blog to be about. That’s why, for now I will treat it as journal. Maybe if I have time and I don’t get distracted, I will delve into subjects which could be of interest.

There are some thoughts that cross my mind and I want to wrap them in here. First, I find myself wondering if one changes with the passage of time? Funny enough, If you would’ve asked me 5 years ago, I would’ve said no. Now I’m not that sure anymore. When I think about all the new experiences I had, all the ideas encountered and my actions, the answer tends to be a different one.

In a way, I don’t think we even have a choice. That’s because living means movement. Living means action(we have time to thank for that). Yes, there’s the option to not participate in this process. We can try to sit tight in a shell or a corner and let go of whatever happens outside of our safe space, but even this action(the pun) will have implications and influence us in the long run. For example, the act of hiding from the outside world will still mold and change a person, probably just as much as the act of waking up every day and confronting the bull head on, changes another. You will be a different person no matter the action, even while hiding inside your shell. Your world will be different and you will act accordingly.

Now, based on your previous actions, you will reap what you sow. The one that rages and fights against movement, against change, will find himself in quite the trouble. Don’t get me wrong, this has nothing to do with the “right” way to live. I don’t believe in fairy tales nor religion(the tautology is on purpose). No, nothing as petty as that. I understand the basic drive that makes a person hold onto feelings. things, places, memories, etc. We all crave for stability and order in our lives. Unrelentless effort, building walls upon walls, just to save our vulnerable psyche from a weird reality. Why are we doing that? What is so scary about reality?

The problem arises from the simple fact that we’re holding onto nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Better said, we are trying to grasp and hold sand castles. It just isn’t natural. No matter what, nothing will ever be certain and everything is in a constant change. Therefore trying to fight against the natural state of thing will be futile. You can’t stop the “game”, you can’t stop life from happening. In a way, it’s one the deepest sorrows and irony. And as if that wasn’t enough, like it or not, we have to reconcile with this idea.

The ways to do so are countless, yet I think the best one is to go with the stream and never hold any resistance. Acceptance will be bliss. A foundation on reality will be much more stable than one made on some illusion, no matter how ironic and absurd that may be… hence reality is nothing but stable.