Time is obliged to make people experience the brightest and the darkest periods of their existence.
let's understand the temporal behaviour of Time or Time itself.
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TIME is a dimensionless persona. Seconds, minutes, hours, days , months and years are human boundaries made to understand TIME.
An object or entity is a memory stored in our brains as a reflection of our own perspective towards it. It exists in different perspectives yet in a single form.A table can be a memory for its splendid craftmanship. But to some people its just the cup stains that makes them remember the table.
These memories are divided into threads of time. I am a memory, conscious or subconscious existing in hundreds and thousands of minds, all these threads collectively is a memory, and I am but a collection of memories. Now these memories are time centric and I exist in past in multiple minds.there is an ironic-paradoxical relationship amongst us.
You being in present, is because parts of you are distributed in multiple minds, and you are aware of the world with parts of it in your own memory.You see, I am a muse to these conscious and subconscious memories, the audacity of me to think i may exist in a conscious memory lol(self depreciating humor).
In the depths of night, when the world is hushed and the mind wanders, I find myself adrift in a sea of threads. Each one a lifeline to a different version of myself, existing simultaneously in countless minds. Am I the sum of these perceptions, or something more? Something less?The threads vibrate with potential , humming with the echoes of what was, what is, and what could be. They stretch across the vastness of time, anchoring me to moments long past and futures yet unrealized. I am both tethered and free, a paradox wrapped in flesh and bone. time comes with sacrifice, or should i say some prominent decisions that you have to make. Funny thing time is, when you have to make decisions it shows you not any paths. but when you are certain about your decision it shows you threads of what you could be and what you have pruned off yourself.
A good memory isn't always a complete one, just like a flower with missing petals, its still as admirable as a flower with all petals. A memory can be a good one even if its threads have been pruned or forgotten.
they are a soothing stash to you always available when you have a tangled mind, to remind you how brave you have been and fallen worst yet, you thought to get up every time. Time is not easy to understand, yet we try; we learn about it. It can appear as though an antagonist in your life when you create bad and harsh memories for your future self, but what seems unfortunate today can potentially become a soothing memory for your future self.Anxiety is not a perfect pair with bad memories; it only tangles the threads of a memory, suffocating the flow of time.
It is important for time to flow smoothly through the stream of threads; only then can you retrospect and make correct use of it.tangled threads forces a memory to break only for you not to think at all.An ideal life-time can be Depicted as a perfect cut from the fabric of time, free of the tangles and frays.
Change is what time expect of us. I strongly believe that if time would have a reference it would be change. Time has power to change things, be it an animate or soul. Change is constant, it is drastic or mild flow switch of time that allows us to reform or deform.
Threads and Dreams.
Future is the perception of threads from past and present. Yet a child with no past can dream.
There is a phenomenal artist within ourselves hidden somewhere that governs the formation of dream and writes witty, unusual, unimaginable, funny and what not kind of script for a dream and every time a unique one.
Dreams and desires are closely intertwined; when you desire or envy something, the dream weaves a picturesque image using the thread of present desire. And yes, there are often one or more threads of past desires, long abandoned, that resurface. These threads come together in the dream, manifesting in ways you could never have imagined.
