the frame of time freezes, as your fingers hug your phone.

does it ever strike you that we are all just glaring at our screens, the windows to the world that have become our lives and nothing less, loving people we’ve only ever seen in pixels, staring endlessly at that thing on the ceiling near the window that only we seem to see, as the clock on our phone makes not a sound, or even a peep to startle us out of our reverie, having you marvel, while feeling quite weird, that time is ticking even though you don’t hear it…? tick-tock, tick-tock, shhh... silence. the frame of time freezes, as your fingers hug your phone.

stuck in a moment, picture-perfect

you feel lonely and out of place. maybe even out of time. does it feel weird that you are probably not living in the same time as some of the people in those pixels? maybe, maybe not. does it feel strange that tomorrow morning you will wake up and you will see these pixels again, stuck in a moment, picture-perfect, but you have to keep moving, because you are not allowed to stop...?

your life is just a cassette now

there you are, still awake at 3 am. oh... time did move, you think to yourself. does this mean you have to get on with your life, again? your life which now feels like a rut, like you have become a tape, and your life is rewound over, and over? you still lay there on your back, unwilling to close your eyes, because that thing on the ceiling near the window hasn’t budged yet, and you don’t want to have it slip your mind so soon. your mind is deep in thought, it is overworked, struggling to keep up with the monotony, the rewinds, the same life you have lived every single day for close to a year by this point; it gladly welcomes a challenge. so you give it one.

we as humans are enslaved in the compulsion to move with time

you want to know why time is moving, and how we know when it stops. you want to know who invented the concept of time, and if it was not the most ingenious idea ever. you want to know why we as humans are enslaved in the compulsion to move with time, and why we can’t just freeze in the second we love the most. your mind is churning with good speed. it has no idea, but wants to find an answer to make some sense of this brain-teaser. this should keep it occupied till tomorrow. 3 am. again. where you will find yet another deep thought surfacing, yet another philosophical moment, yet another brain-teaser. because your life is just a cassette now. and it is stuck in the cassette-player, so it will play over, and over, and over. the end? or the beginning? who can tell?

the end? or the beginning?

Can you relate? Let me know in the comments.