Rewind to Unwind: The magic of NOW

This was one of those moments that one wished stayed a little longer..like the lingering aroma from the emptied vase, like the crushed petals tucked away in between sheaves of paper..unread, unopened , layered thickly with dust. Until one day its chanced upon , drunk in nostalgia, delirious with yearning for times gone by, the mirror it holds reflect the memoir of our old selves.

You wished to live this moment a little longer, stretched to its capacity like the rubber band drawn with force in between those lithe fingers, unleashing harmless paper bits onto unsuspecting heads, now turning missile like, a weapon of choice, and upon the projectile finding its target -laughing uproariously.

One wished the moment remained as pure, drenched in innocence, dripping with simplicity like the time you saunter off at the beach like a million others, stooping to feel the lump beneath your feet and behold! An oyster. Pregnant with a pearl. The journey of a sand grain ending in your palms. The songs of the ocean humming in its shell. The tryst with a tempest etched in its designs. Held to light and marveled upon and maybe the resting on a slender ,delicate neck drawing admirations and envious looks alike.

Moments. The beholder of a story. A journey. A timeless tale. An epic. A tragedy. Of strings spun delicately, round and round into wondrous web , woven around a thought. Like the hands on the face of a clock awaiting it’s next tick , a story lurks just beneath each of these moments. A thousand words behind each curled lip as if waiting to be told.

So, what’s “special” in this godforsaken moment I am talking my head off about?

NOTHING.

This moment is just that…a moment of my life. Of a life well lived thus far. This moment is nothing out of ordinary than the next or the one that zipped by. Still it was a part of me. So , why does one pressure themselves into seeking that one special moment to do, to say or to celebrate? Why not NOW? What’s’ wrong with now? Too ordinary for your liking? Why obsess with something that’s yet to come?

If ‘feel’ had a reverse osmosis of its own , would it then rid one of all which feels bad and wrong? And leave us with just those wanting to be relived and rejoiced.

Like in movies, the excruciating and agonizing times when the giant pendulum is swinging between life and death, the protagonist before slipping away in an endless sleep experiences a slideshow of his life that’s melting away before he can reach it.

Now that I think of it I don’t know if such a .ppt session appeals to my mojo (considering I will be dead after that) , still, I would want to bell that cat in the bag and would want enough Kodak moments to feature in the ppt, if only to know which ones made the cut. After all, I am the director of my life. Surely, I get to wield the edit scissors in my very personal documentary. Right?

Instead of mopping around waiting for the day iPhone10 whips up inter galactic frenzy or when chips implanted in human brains emulate the workings of your own brain plus control those of others I would rather seek comfort in a happy today i.e. soon to be past tomorrow. I am tired of a world turning increasingly futuristic. And I am tired of the world which clamors on about doomsday and then is dismissive of it too, just like everything else. Too quick to write off. Too quick to let go. Too quick to replace.. Newer. Better. Faster. Smarter.

Frankly, me thinks the world is going the Benjamin Button way. Regressing.

The fastest of jets beating velocity of light and sound maybe. That won’t be of much use , would it , when the rivers run dry and oceans flood main lands?

Right now, in your head I am probably being categorized as ‘pessimist’, ‘escapist’ or some random adjective from that ilk. Or is it that you are far too creative, hyperactive, restless and eagerly anticipative of the next moment for my types.

While the NOW will soon be a thing of past, you NEW will just as well. Funny how a single vowel can bridge the vastness that lies between these extremes. So maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pause the constant ff mode and rewind. Will you make the time for it NOW? Maybe then you could discover color of water, sights of the winds, tastes of the flowers and smells of dreams.