2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43
A speck of dust in the wind.
A moment comes, and you realize how shallow you are, you are just a grain of dust carried by the wind wherever it pleases, and you simply mean absolutely nothing in this movement. There comes a point in your life when you see and feel that nothing will be the same as a moment ago, that everything has become different and you, having lost your former significance, move far, far away from dreams of your magnificent grandeur. Yes, everything suddenly becomes unimportant, petty, you stop recognizing the old drives, they flew away forever beyond the boundaries of your attitude, you just stayed with what you were at the very beginning - with nothing, and this is that point, in which your further assembly takes place.
A grain of sand in the wind flies easily trusting its route. Any stop is a chance to meet other grains of sand. The wind of change blows constantly, if you are open to it, it will show you the way, if you are in cover, you do not even know what it is. It not only blows you away from your place, it blows away all unnecessary things from you, which really prevents you from moving along your path. It robs you of everything, reducing your mass to the level of a speck of dust, making you so small and invisible. that you can safely leave, disappear without a trace, fly away, it will be so easy for you to do it. So much has accumulated in you, and you will certainly lose it all if it really prevents you from going. Understand, in this world of dust, you are the same speck of dust as everyone around you, and all your reasoning about your wealth or claims to know the truth will end up as dust on a layer of dust. It won't matter. Do not worry.
Do not remember what was important a year ago, what worried you once upon a time, now it is history, on which the dust has settled. Stories are pouring off you, turning into fragments of all unnecessary things that were once really meaningful to you, but it went away, and you forgot about it. What is important then? What really belongs to you, what is very expensive and what makes up your core, what will remain when all that is superfluous falls off. But it’s so strange and so unusual to think that everything you have now is not important. Why then all this was necessary, why all these efforts and deals with your conscience, why did you try for years to make something your own, if in the end it falls off first of all as something completely unnecessary. What for? Why collect dust on your closet?
A speck of dust in the wind flies without seeing boundaries and obstacles. Any surface is a place of assembly into a conglomerate, and once, a breath of wind and again a new place, and so it is forever, well, or almost forever. If you transfer to the state of a speck of dust, you can feel this slowness of life, filled with a harmonious expectation of the wind of change. In this seemingly lifeless world, the harmony of chaos reigns, apparently there is no reason to be afraid and unnatural, there is nothing but dust particles next to each other. There is nothing superfluous here. The philosophy of a speck of dust in the wind can last forever … well, or almost forever.
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