My question is; is society moving forwards or backwards?
This big space we call time, is always either moving forwards, freezing, or going back to the past. In this very precise moment I am wondering about 6 different objects that came towards my path in life.
Whilst I began welcoming them in my life they started talking to me, telling me stories of how they got to where I found them. My first object were really two in one, like twins, they were two tiny bottles of Jack Daniels whiskey. They kept communicating to me how they were constantly remembering about that night, that night when in 3 seconds their life was over. Two little bottles of Jack Daniels “boom” gone in 3 seconds. I thought to myself well that was your purpose in life, to vanish like air, not for good, but just vanish to “fulfill” someone’s night or day. It was not the happiest day of their lives, but life goes on…
The other object just popped out in my eyes, it was shiny and dull, it was dark and mysterious, he felt lost and alone. He was supposed to be in use for cars and pedestrians. He was really small and was not among his kind, I told him what one philosopher told me once.. “Everything is advancing nothing stays static”. Like today I found you, tomorrow you will have a new adventure…
In the middle of my way I found with a big torn piece of Styrofoam, I thought hey you seem happy. He said “yes, indeed I am, yesterday my other part of my complex body was used to create a great monument, therefore here I am, feeling connection towards that marvelous creation, I am a piece of art” he said. He made me smile.
In a defensive position I saw a pointy piece of wood, he once was part of mother earth. I told him “Thanks to your kind we can breath, lets just hope you don’t extinct, I promise you I will protect your kind, even plant a tree, without you I would be lost”. He smiled back at me.
Then I tripped into a piece of rope, very small, in a beautiful yellow color. Today was the day he was free. No more tying knots on boats for him, he could breathe and feel alive. “Be free, fly,” I said, today your life has started.
The last one was symbolic for me. It was a circle, but not just any circle. It was a rusty piece of metal. He was too long in the sea, now he was on land and he cried and cried, he was happy to see a whole new world. To me he symbolized the beginning and the end, followed by the beginning in a never-ending way, that is what the circle is. A constant movement of energy, never ending, it was the symbol of life.
Pom
