Just after we are born, life flashes in front of our eyes. We enter into the experience of being alive in a body, as a soul. We feel coexisting with the world in the first few months just watching it pass by. Time goes on vicariously and we feel it usually as others.
We are the main character, the star of this story or universe that is unfolded every moment. We're surrounded by our people and community: friends and family hanging in our orbit that is Scattered a little further out, a network of known people who drift in and out of contact over the life years.
We live in the moment without thinking of the future because, at that point of time, there is nowhere else to go. Soon life starts moving and we learn to move with it and take it for granted that we are a different being upgraded with a different body and different future every year.
But background is full of extras that is out of focus. The random passersby. Each experiencing a life as unique and complex as our own. They continue in shadow around us, struggling with the accumulated weight of their own ambitions, friends, expectations, routines, mistakes, worries, triumphs and craziness.
We give different meanings to different things in life. Some years we heal ourselves in the presence of our siblings and parents, other days same healing happens alone with slow travel music. On other days, Sunshine gives us the healing power to stand and rise again as Sun. We keep doing it over years.
We run so fast that the world around us seems to stand still until a holiday can stretch on for an eternity. We feel time going ahead but now and then it skips a moment when our birthday arrives one day earlier every year and with each birthday we circle back and cross the same point around the sun. We wish each other many happy returns.
On to the next scene of life, theirs we see a glimpse of a place, wrapped in a cloud of backstory and inside jokes and characters strung together with countless other stories you'll never be able to see. That we can never know, they exists. In which we might appear only once.
Later the circle begins to clearly visualize the horizon, and we realize it's a spiral, and we are already halfway through. Life is short. And life is long. But not in that order.
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