Under the Dust of Time

We live our lives as if we have eternity. We think we own knowledge, we have mastered all feelings and emotions. We live as if nothing will ever end, at least not in our beliefs, but in our perceptions. We lead lives as if we are in control of everything around us. We are directors, producers, actors of our own life.

And then a revolution takes place in the mind. Time what gives us everything and time is also the one that ruthlessly takes all away. We are not the masters of times, we do not own time, we are just living on time. We do not own knowledge, but we are in knowledge. We do not own feelings, but we have feelings. We are everywhere and we are different while there is time for it.

Time can be free or busy. Time can run or drag on. Time cannot be stopped. You can stop in time and time can stop you. When time runs away, when it ends and is gone, neither knowledge, nor mastering, nor feeling, nor emotions nothing is of value anymore. It isn’t important to us because we’re no longer in them anymore. It isn’t important to others because others have never been in the skin of our perception. And then everything that once seemed exciting or necessary goes under the dust of time. Smells, tears, laughter, whispers, caresses, fears, expectations, processes and non-processes all go under it and remain there until they themselves turn into the dust of memory.