I Understand What Life Is

     I've come to an understanding of what life is. This is a short sentence to write, and yet, it means too much, more than what can be expressed in one setting. We're all standing at the railway, but it's not actually about getting onto the trains that come by and that stop and go. It's not about that. What it is about, is the people that we see while we stand there and the people that arrive at each stop of the train and the ones that leave. Sometimes, we are those people getting off and getting on; but most of the time, we are standing there: feeling, seeing, being, wanting, needing, saying hello, saying goodbye. The point of understanding what life is, happens when we have that realisation of our place in spacetime; our realisation of the fact that we are standing there and what is actually going on all around us and inside us.
   
     You're going to meet a person and think that they're going to stand there with you and get on and get off the trains with you and many Moons will pass and many Suns will rise and set and they'll still be by your side... but then that doesn't happen. Instead, they get on the next train and they leave you there by the tracks. Then the train moves on, it keeps on moving, you will never really see them again; I mean, if you do see them again, they're not really the same person anymore. And maybe you aren't either. They'll get off a different train and they'll bump into you standing at a different rail track. It's still you, it's still them, but, then it isn't! And sometimes, that can happen while they're still there! They'll stay, but then they don't really stay, because they change and you change, so you're not with the same person anymore: until you both realise you need to take different trains at the next stop, because, it's just not going to work! Life is amazing like that. You can believe with all of your mind and all of your heart that nothing will ever change but then everything does! Everything and everyone changes in ways you couldn't have even imagined! Then you're standing again: looking, feeling, waiting, being, wanting, needing, saying hello, saying goodbye.
     You're going to meet people that say things so fast, making you feel things, making you think things, then just as fast as the words came out of their mouths, they walk on by... this wasn't their stop, they realised. Or maybe the aromas from the hotcake stand further ahead caught their fixation. So they head on.
     Everything passes you by at some point: The Moonrise, the Sunset, the trains, the people, the aromas. You never knew before, that every single thing has wings growing out of its back! You never knew it until now! They fly fast. You could try to catch them, and you've already done that countless times; you could try to catch the ideas and the aromas and what you see; you can try to fly after them like you have three thousand times before; but then when you find yourself standing again at a rail track, you won't know where you are anymore. Because you've been chasing other people. You've been chasing words, you've been chasing promises, you've been chasing smells and smiles and stuff that made you feel things. So, the next time you stop to stand there, you won't know where you are anymore. And that could be a good thing, but then you look to your left and to your right and you don't see anybody standing with you, nobody is with you, not really. So what was all the chasing for?
     You could turn yourself into that person who says to herself, "I'm damn well standing here alone and I love it!" but then those would just be words, wouldn't it? You'd never really turn into that person, would you?
     What makes time stop? I know what. It's when you meet someone and they stay with you and you stay with them. You stay with each other. You start smelling the same aromas with someone else, you start saying hello and saying goodbye with someone else, you stand there, together: wanting and waiting and feeling and being. Breathing. And you're not alone anymore. This makes time stop, because everything around you doesn't fly anymore; it stays inside of that other person and when you look at him/her, it happens all over again, forever!
     The problem is that this doesn't just happen easy. Why? Because people have wings and they fly fast because they're chasing things, just like you have done eleven thousand times before; they don't know what makes time stop, they don't know yet. So off they fly. But one day you'll be standing there, feeling everything, and a person will come by: they're going to know what I already know right now (and what you know now too) and they're going to say hi. And you're going to stay together. Because you're time stoppers. And because this is the only thing that's real.

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