Entropy explains why the hand of time moves in one direction, forwards and onwards. As far as we know, it is an impracticality to reverse it, pause it or speed it up. When I look at the world and its inhabitants, I feel that most of my kind is lost in this cosmic wave due to the falsehoods that have been propagated in its name. We continually look back, ponder, reassess and wonder, “…what if?” Yet, in reality this serves no purpose, it only detracts from the time we have left, to dwell on something that is never going to be changed, for it happened and now cannot be undone. So it is then, that I came to realise my folly I had believed in for so long, namely my inability to let go of the past.
All we have is time – or rather, the time we have left. As time sweeps on all that we can do is use what undeterminable amount of it we have over, to do what it is we feel needs to be done. All too regularly I get the feeling that most of us are under the illusion that somewhere, somehow something is going to save us. Whether you bank on it being a God, an Alien or some other life form, we always seem to go for the supernatural or superior answer as we cannot fathom how we can fix the problems we face otherwise. We are the cause, but no one seems to want to be the answer. On top of this, death seems to be a dream to some, eager to get to some promised land – what though is the point of life if death marks the beginning of eternity?
“Live in the now!” How does one do that? As you read these words, it is already solidified into the past. Nothing you do can change it, everything we say or do is always in the past, but what does the past even tell us, what’s its importance? Some would say that we learn from it or that we are cursed because of it, others would opt for the idea that History repeats itself. My personal view is this: the reason it repeats itself, is because we pay it attention in the first place. Since we’ve started recording our History, we’ve become obsessed over it. I’m asking, what for? All it does is hold us back. It holds us back from moving forward, not allowing for change or for us to adapt to it.
In a thousand years no one will know your name nor the five generations that come after you, just as you do not know the last six generations of your genealogical past (maybe the last three?). As time moves forward, so too it wipes all traces of the past with it – our insignificance sinks in. No matter what we do, we are just a simple scribble in the vastness of time and space. Each one of us gets dealt a hand of cards and unfortunately, some of us got jokers while some of us got two’s – it’s completely random and the dealer abides natural selection. What is important here is not what gets dealt but what gets done with it to further us as a species while maintaining our Mother ship. No matter how much or how little you have, all of us can initiate change. Even if you don’t, it is no loss – just your choice. A lot of people are very poor and all they have is money.
How? “What can I do as an individual?” is all I ever hear. Every move you make, every breath you take – determines some future reality. The fact that you are alive is testament that those before us controlled our lives a lot more than what we think, just as we now control the future of Humanity. If your great-great-great-great-great grandfather and grandmother didn’t do what they did, you and all the family that you’ve ever known, wouldn’t be here experiencing anything. The past is a captured reality, unchangeable – set in stone. Just as the future you – will have a unique story. If you don’t do something with your time, nothing can ever change and the future is doomed to repeat itself or eventually implode. Your actions, deeds and thoughts affect the future, whether you want it to or not.
I know that I am completely insignificant, that no matter what I do on this planet one hundred thousand years on, my name and everything to do with me will be nothing more than the dust some robot will probably step on. Yet, in all of this insignificance of being, in this entire whirlwind of life, I smile. I smile because I understand that because I have no purpose, because life is absolutely meaningless I make my own purpose, I create the reality I experience. I know that I am merely a smudge in this game of time and that if I do not at least attempt to make a positive mark, I will not form part of anything, change anything or truly feel anything. True, I will be forgotten too – but the future I never experience is hopefully better off for me trying my best in the time that I have left.
We are the consciousness through which the Universe becomes aware of its own magnificence and what a wonderfully and mind-blowing reality that is. Absolute bliss is all I experience when I look up and out, staring into the incalculability of the Cosmos, only to find myself there. I am a part of the all, just as the all is a part of me. Life is not beautiful, unless we opt to make it so. It is the selfishness within each of us that strive for the "now", to have the solutions to our problems immediately and to ensure that we get it. We are not important. We are not significant. We have no purpose. All we have is this knowledge and love we find in another or every other, to share our moment in time, cruelly exiting alone once the game is over. We are. That is all. What we do with that realization is what matters, for it will become the platform our future needs to work from.