There is always this fine line between living and dying, and that line is called our Present. Once I heard a faint voice whispered into my ears which coherently spoke about some stories of Yesterday Supper time. But I could not compose those words because I was merged into this vast eternity of blue glistening sky above me which was living at that moment. Most of the time I had always let these moments slip away out of my fists but that day I could not resist myself to dive into that immense airspace. Yes, I may have felt the hushed existence of someone standing behind that door at my back, waiting for me to turn around, but something that day stopped me. That day I comprehended that when we turn back towards the days that we had already left behind on the crevices of unbearable suffering, let us go back to those past moments that beckoned us and showed us the traps of nostalgias, are those days that we made us owned by our memories. We are owned. We pushed ourselves to be owned by our memories. We got nowhere else to go and thus are left with the choice of being stocked by the cage of our immortal corpses. We are forced to be locked up within our consent. Similarly, there are days when you desired to be breathing heavily by standing on the edgiest summit of your determined destination but in reality, you found yourself to be sitting on your claustrophobic bed breathing heavily and holding yourself to be calmed down by the emotional breakdown that might occur any moment and will wash out your existence forever from this Universe. Your days ahead, your sunshine sparkling on the daisies of your dream field may be pretending as the mirage of the forthcoming dictatorial future that would chain you up like a slaughtered creature and you may never live like before again....
Why are we peeking into our past? Why are we worrying and losing ourselves every single parting moment in the fear of tomorrow? Who is there any way? In the past? We aren't even there anymore! In the future? We haven't even taken birth yet! You are not there. Not "anymore", not " yet". You are "Here!". You were always "Here". You are living. You are breathing here. You are witnessing the honey melting out of the honeycomb, you are witnessing the shivery yawns and pukings of your dear beloved little kittens, you are drinking cool lemonade out from your shinny glasses, you are missing someone you never have met in your life, you are missing someone who was there with you Yesterday, you are letting yourself gliding out from your fears, you are living now. You are alive. You are so much alive. You are 'Here'. You always were. 🌾
Indira (Shrestha) :)
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