It's in this narrow alleyway of time where our thoughts become straightened. I would bet that if people made some of their major decisions in this hallway, the world would be so much better for it. Yet once it has passed us by, we think nothing of it and get back on the carnival ride.
Forgetting what illuminated our mind but a moment ago.
It was in one of these brief moments that I decided to write down what was going on in my mind. A turning point in my history, so to speak. It was my Granddad's funeral and I had my first glimpse into the space that I like to call "The Bubble." This was the dawning of realization. The maturing of me.
In that moment, what became clear is that today, whatever the day, is a day of the utmost importance. The wasting of time is a wrong that cannot easily be undone. What became the norm in those precious seconds in The Bubble, was the understanding of what is truly valuable in a world where time is the only mark of value. Money became obsolete, only serving to create the blur that surrounded me in that moment. Possessions were given no value and were forgotten. For another came into focus.
People.
Family. Friends. Neighbors. Strangers.
In this tiny corridor, people were the only things that mattered. Where these people were walking, where their lives were leading them. That was what mattered. That is what truly matters. When time is over, what is there?
Then the moment is gone. Someone walks up to console me in my grief. Or offers me a club sandwich and asks about my career, my clothing, my life. Life moves on. I stop at a petrol station to fill the tank. Credit. Sign here.
Moment forgotten.
But, in retrospect, I am becoming increasingly aware that The Bubble is the real world and we are all being fooled.
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