A few days back I was watching an episode about how to survive deadly encounters in life. One of the scenarios included being trapped in a car, that falls off a water bridge into the sea.
So in the first attempt, the man recklessly tries to battle the outside pressure. Hysterical, almost mindlessly battling the inevitable. Needless to say his efforts fail, in his mania, not only does he lock himself inside but runs out of body reserves sooner, thus failing to survive.
Upon contemplating the essence of the scenario, he realises that it takes about 1.5 minutes for the pressure inside the car to equalise with external pressure after which he can simply open the car door and swim to the surface.
So with this knowledge in hand, he now takes a second chance at it. Once the car falls in water, he calmly watches the seconds. Intentionally slowing his heart rate and holding his breath. Once the pressure equalises, he opens the door and uses all his remaining strength to make it to the surface.
While the scenario applies to a car crash, I wonder if that’s applicable to a crashing life as well. If all you have to do is not madly, almost mindlessly try to hold all parts together. If you can calm your senses, and wait for this inevitable pressure to stop compressing you. Then you can simple open the door, and escape out of it. Since the pressures are bound to equalise in time, right? I mean, That’s the law!
There are two expressions of love, she said. Either you lock the flower in seclusion, that way you get to worship its beauty and sink in its love everyday whole day, or you watch it grow away from you, in its roots, in its entirety. You bear the anxiety of separation and jubilance of union each day anew, and watch it grow petal by petal eventually fading into a vacant stem.
The problem is, my friend, most people are only familiar with the former.
They bid farewell to one another, sidehugs and kissess. A hot summer day. An overwhelming afternoon.
Until again. They all promised. And parted.
They were both in love, or so they thought. He, always a little more than her. She, always falling short. They both stood, ready to part.
What is it about life that can’t let you stay? Can’t let you squeeze and hold tight, while the whole world goes about its business. It doesn’t really matter if you don’t want to play, life’s intervention will budge in like an unplanned middle child. Exhilarating and appalling, and one that has to stay. Are we really living a life, or are we an experimental group for someone observing the act of life?
He held her close. She closed her eyes, and took a deep long breath. Somehow she wanted this moment to be stretched however long was permitted. He kissed her on forehead, Until again, he whispered. And deep down she knew, it was a promise they won’t be able to keep.
My heart is overwhelmed by the turn of events. I was walking through the desert, one that took me in. I liked how the grains felt beneath my feet. I liked how the sand could stir up a storm. I liked how I could hide in an endless sight. And when I was walking, the desert blinded me through a gleam of blue crystals. But this was no oasis. A mirage, mocking me.
I walked through the gardens, I walked through the forests. I walked through the oceans, I walked through the desert. I asked for nothing, but they kept teasing me.
I looked for peace, and silence and shade. I looked for a cradle to hide, and sleep.
“Are humans formed in sandstorms?
We seem to have a lot in common.”