#3

"Who are we?"

150, 7

Spending time

It's been a while since I've been contemplating about the reality of everyday life. When I think about reality, a fantastical world unfolds itself in front of my eyes. A world wherein love forms the single purpose of destiny. A world even the worldly philosopher Adam Smith wrote about in his search of The Great Architect of Nature. Energy does create matter. Yet despite the unknown search for design in the confusion of the cosmos, one thing must without a doubt be true: time waits for no man.

We are slaves of the time. From the moment my phone wakes me up, I see digital numbers change every minute. Clocks just keep ticking and no matter how often you snooze your alarm, the clock just keeps ticking. Bounded by the ever going time. There seems to be no possibility to go back in time, no possibility to freeze, unfreeze or refreeze time, nor has one convinced me of any ability to foresee the future. Not even that mysterious lady at the mystifying carnival, claiming to be a fortuneteller.  

Those of you who ever visited a fortuneteller, might be surprised to realize just how much the fortuneteller knew about you. I'm talking about the private things, things that “she couldn't possibly know.” Nothing is what it seems. Time is of the essence in performing this technique called 'cold reading', whereby one predicts the future without prior knowledge. If performed correctly -a process that requires both practice and patience- one is to estimate an accuracy-level of nearly 80% to successfully predict what is about to come. Still, others believe that fortunetellers are just a bunch of deceiving and manipulative figures who try to make a living by way of telling people what they want to hear. After all, who doesn't appreciate it when another human being foresees greatness in your future? Seduction truly is an art and some forms of art are evidently timeless. 

And it is time itself that reflects reality. Reality is to understand the idea that time waits for nothing. It just goes and it follows the direction of an arrow. Once you comprehend the essence of direction, reality unfolds itself in its truest form. It feels energetically boosted and gives you wings without drinking Red Bull. Reality and time become one and the same. You feel like you are on cocaine, yet you are not. You feel the euphoric harmony of ecstasy, yet you didn't choose the blue pill. Whether or not my philosophy makes sense, reality never sensed so liberating. I suggest you try it.

Time waits for no man.