There is an intense feeling when you are in the middle of chaos. Time tends to slow down when you are in this moment if you are not distracted. Life flies when you are having fun, it can mean though that you are not focusin as hard as you should be hence its passing goes through your presence within moments as a blur.
Lull of the battle.
What is it? Does it affect you when you are in the midst of living life normally. But what is normal? I watch alot of videos. All the time. At home. Predominantly I think to myself that things are passing me by. There is a feeling inside me where I am sort of panicking because I sense there is no presence in mind when I am just watching things. I would then stand up and just go outside in my backyard to look at the plants. A little weeding here. I few plants pulled there.
At these moments I think what I just watched I am in the process of assimilating what ever it is I just watched. I find however that time then also speeds up. It's like when I am in class I see that I am doing things and everything is speeding up. I breathe. I take in the lesson. I strain against someone else's effort, looking at everyone I am about to go against. If someone catches my gaze I move to them to signal we are going to go against each other next.
But what does this have to do with the lull of the battle when it seems like I am still spending my time in getting time to move forward. Is there a lesson here that I am missing. Are you missing something? Are you living life to the fullest. Its all the planning. Planning and not living. Is this the lull of the battle? Is this what they mean by taking stock?
Its all subjective.
Life is that way. My hero could be someone else's villain. Your villain, could be my hero. The step forward for me is a step back for you. Each to their own direction, path, way. Its your perspective against mine. Your truth is my lie. Your lie is my truth. What does it mean that when you respond and you think its positive when it is my negative. Are we critical in how we interact. Does the act of interacting even the lesson we are meant to pay attention to.
Subjective truth. Its the bread with the butter ready for the meat. Its the icing in the cake that you spent time baking then decorating to make it appealing. There is a certain beauty to you own brand of truth. But what about truth. What about the common truth.
Language is a powerful weapon my friend. It is the force that binds or the weapon that destroys. Used wrongly it can bite you in the hand straight after you utter them. It is the cosmic gel that creates the universe within the palms of your hands. It is the endless void of energy that pulls everything and everyone together into something resembles the mess we see as life. Within the cosmos.
Looking back.
I am reminded of times when I was younger. My brother told me a long time ago so many have regretted not being able to do things when they had the chance. But what about the ones that did all things they could do and have done what they basically set out to do just to prove to themselves they have done them. Do they feel empty now that all has been achieved? Do they look back and wonder if they are in the right presence of today. The now?
I'd like to think that I have done what I wanted. No. I know I have done most of the things that I wanted to do. Not the need. That is always an ever evolving event. Takes up all your living life. It is the breathe that goes in and out of you when you just stare into the unknown. The known. The expanse. I see my siblings, my nieces and nephews, my parents. They are all there in my minds eye. They are ever present. Like the sun that shines down. That is the beacon of Sol, our galaxy.
Where am I going with this? How does this relate to the Lull of the battle. Frankly, it's a subjective thing isn't it. For every truth that you may spout, I could turn around and say that is a lie. And for every lie that you whisper, I could scream out that it is the truth. Who are we? Are we prepared for tomorrow. The shoes are all shined. The clothes are all pressed. The phone and wallet by the table ready for me to take on the world.
Are you prepared? Prepared for the step in front of you, which is a step back for me. The breathe. The slowing of my effort. The taking of stock. Within my very fiber of being. The catching of air that I had to expel in order to just see the backdrop from the peak I am standing on.
Well its not all lost obviously. We have made a mess. We have tomorrow as long as we have today, because yesterday was already lived.