Time And Movement

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

While resting on the seaside with his family, Nikita, coming out of the water, felt a warm wind blowing over him, like the stones he stepped on were pressing on his feet. Breathing in the sea air, he enjoyed its scent. At such moments he felt happy. Nikita noticed that lately it has become important for him to feel such moments, to experience them. Each time there was sadness that the moment ended, but after that another began. And so moment by moment, a kaleidoscope of feelings and events. Some become obvious, others go unnoticed.

Moving towards the place on the beach, where his wife and child were, who were building something out of stones, Nikita heard the waves falling on the shore behind him. He called it rustling, and after that he thought it was breathing: inhalation is a little quieter when the wave rolls back, and exhalation is louder when he lays down on the shore. Listening to these sounds, he noticed that the waves seem to be similar to one another, but at the same time they are very different: in sound, in strength, in the pause between them. And they do not repeat, each wave is unique and inimitable in its own way. There will be no more such a wave. There will be another, similar one. The time of one wave has passed, the time has come for another. And so wave after wave to infinity, or as long as there is an accumulation of water called the sea.

Time and movement, thought Nikita. - The space in which I find myself is constantly moving. Endless. Directed forward. Or do I think so? But in fact, everything is simply given, and simply exists and, one might say, lives in its own rhythm like waves that follow each other. It is interesting that in relation to something that creates sounds, I say "lives", but, for example, about a stone I will say that it is inanimate. Although he, like everything around him, continues to move. Modifies under the influence of the sun, wind, water. Not as noticeable as the seasons of the year, but still. Is he living on this temporary journey? For him, time does not exist, but there is a movement in which he becomes different.

So do I - with every moment changes are happening to me. I self-destruct naturally. For this I only need to live, and time, space, environment will do their job. The body will wear out without asking me about it. And I am this organism, which finds it difficult to admit its self-destruction. You can play a cruel joke with yourself, thinking that everything happens differently, deceive yourself, pretend that this is not.

Even now, thinking about it, I am self-destructive. It cannot be stopped. The movement continues. Not paying attention to this does not mean that everything has stopped. Of course, it's easier not to know or pretend not to know, but that's how it happens. I'm surprised by this. But this is movement - the world moves, lives, self-destructs, simultaneously creating a new form and completing the previous one. Like waves - one ends and then a new one appears. Like pebbles - with each blow of the wave they rub against each other, become different, change forever. So I am - I am changing every second, and there is no return to the old form.

Of course, I can deny this, but the process itself cannot be changed. I'm afraid. I'm afraid of death. No matter how hard I try to resist it, I still follow the course that is set: I was born, grew up, grew old, died. There is a beginning, there is an end. The movement will continue without me."

So, approaching his family, Nikita completed his reflections, thinking only about one thing: "And now I will spend the movement of life with them."

Observing his wife and child, he felt love, warmth, tenderness and deep gratitude for himself for the fact that he could pay attention to such significant events for him. He perfectly understood that such experiences would no longer be. It's like waves that fall on the shore …

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