Flux, Touch and Vibe

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Life is in a constant state of flux.

When we enter any building, and even as we engage into any particular period of time, we so seldom come out the other end the same person that went in.

We are always in motion, being someone while becoming someone else all at once.

We are a collection of our actions, experiences, and possesions.

We become the result of memories that we accumulate, however frail or failing these might be.

Yet we make our best attempt at retaining all sense of who we were before the experience.

We make our best attempt at retaining all thoughts and interpretations of the world around us. We replay these interpretations in the theater of our heads, finding comfort and solace on our darkest days.

We also do an incredible work at editing these films. We find a way to color all scene in rose-colored lenses, emerald ones even. Somehow, we create all manner of filters to colour our memories in hues more beautiful than those life would ever be able to show us.

To live in the past is such an intoxicating endeavour.

We are also a coallencence of ideas and attempts culminting into failures and accomplishments.

How do we measure the value of our lives?

Is there value at all in living a life driven by mere serendipity?

To be in the moment, and accept all the good and bad that life is able to throw at us.

To do good with truth in our hearts, and enact the life we are meant to live to achieve our full potential.

Is there also value in a life with all steps along the way planned and mapped out?

To accept control of our acts, and push ourselves to achieve every goal we set ourselves to have.

The value of a person lies more in our mental and physical well being than any valuables.

Life will be what one takes from it as much of what we make for it.

Regardless of fate or plan, life will continue to indiscriminately give and take from every single one of us.

Life will be in constant motion, transitioning us into what we are into what we will be.

How one comes out of that transition says just as much as whether we make it out or not. We are who we become, just as much as we are who we were.

Not everyone comes out of the storm alive.

Some that survive the tempest, don't make it out in any way that one could call living.

Sometimes, the storm never ends.

Sometimes we are battered around life until we capsize, anxiously gripping onto the rudder while waiting for a draft to take us to land.

Sometimes, we live a life inside the cabin of a boat bashed in storm, and fail to even notice what the world is throwing around us. We drown without even noticing.

To live a life without introspection is a venomous path that kills one in ignorance.

We die without even knowing we are dying.

We die without even knowing we are living.