Look at yourself in the mirror. Keep looking until you decipher the most minute freckles on your face. Keep looking until it strikes you quite hard; that you have changed. Sow a first counter thought in your brain – is the change an illusion because you haven’t seen your face for excruciatingly long minutes in a long time? An encapsulated revelation inside your brain is about to explode. Allow the detonation and continue seeing your face.
Tiny sparks withered out of the blue and bewildering memories came back to life on the mirror right in front of me. I was inspecting my foot marks on the sands of time and was showing myself how I had lived my life till that point. Memories struck me like guided missiles, each time aggravating the sparks which, by the time, had mutated into a magmatic eruption.
Sow a second thought in your brain – are you truly happy when you look at your foot imprints on the sands of time and when you reminisce about the you you used to be? Think about the disruptive alteration life has bestowed upon you and the chasm left by the intensity of it. Seek answers from your face for it is craving to give it to you; you just have to fine tune the wavelength of your question to sync with the wavelength of the answer your face wants to give.
I used to be the innocent one.
There are three rules of engagement – The game of life lets you know who you are meant to be when you can’t know who you are, changes you when you don’t know why you change and finally makes you realize who you were meant to be when you think it is too late. Now sow the third thought in your brain – Is it ever too late to know who you were meant to be and live the life you wanted, that way? Never. Never too late.
Life obeys laws of inertia till a threshold. After discovering yourself, even though the subconscious retracts back to the real you, the conscious makes efforts to keep you the way you are, the you you were not meant to be. So there is a constant tug of war between the subconscious wanting to be the real you and the conscious wanting to be the reel you. When it happens, the story of how the conscious was dethroned by the subconscious will be a sweet epiphany.
At this moment, start to relish the perks of life and stop not until your conscious has seen what your subconscious has. Start to live the tiniest speckles that light up a million years and the mightiest twinkles that light up a million more. Leave no stone unturned in this journey of a lifetime.
Permeate through the space-time fabric with a lucid brain. Have no prejudice, no sorrow and no hate; after all we get to live the present once. Make up for your mistakes, make new ones, fall, learn, find strength in pain; be happy and see someone smile, doing all this. Be the you you are, not the you you want.
Look at your face in the mirror. Keep looking.
I used to be the innocent one.
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