In a living time loop..

 You know, at times I seriously get trapped in certain time loops.For instance One day I wake up and suddenly think about a person or people from the past (maybe 5 or 6 years before) and then I start to keep on thinking about it over and over again until it gets control over my consciousness, until I cease to pacify myself!! And on another day I will be waking up with certain nightmares which I had experienced in my life back in time,but now I will be starting my day with that excruciation for a while and soon in a mo I will come to the realization that it was all a dream.Or sometimes my mind selects a specific person (truly that person or place for me were nothing more than mere shadows and whom I ignored with impudence) and now they all resurge and starts thrashing me as if they were my lifelines all the time.All those frequent black outs,hysterias with sedative sleeps hit me by saying "everything is my fault!!".Thus I start to bear an insufferable guilt over my neck with a choking desolation.

Seriously,The sudden switching between reality,dreams and past is far more agonizing than anyone could ever imagine.Yes,sometimes the Space-Time continuum lives within myself.Because all that's gone,all that's yet to come..for me everything happens at present.You can only influence time but in no way you can interfere in it.Just like Carlo Rovelli says 'Time is an illusion'.He posits that reality is just a complex network of events onto which we project sequences of past,present and future.From the fixed past to the tangible present to the undecided future,it feels as though time flows inexorably on.But that's an illusion.The past and future are just mere words founded by human beings to differentiate your memories and thoughts.

So tell me now,What if reality,memory and thoughts coincide altogether???



~SalmaAneesaBabu 🦋

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