If anyone were to talk about their struggles of the past, everyone would acclaim them the title of a hero. Since they are talking about the deeds of yesterday, everyone shall welcome them with the brace of winners if not a leader to be followed. If one were to talk about the misery of the now, the depth of the agony they are facing, everyone retreats to the edges. The NOW poses a challenge more than a past does. We are, yet, mortified of wounds than scars.
But then again, it is rather easy to talk about things in the past[even for yourself]. It is truly difficult to admit the reality of what is happening than what has happened. Standing in the now, there’s the wavering stance of whether this shall be over or not. Would we ever succumb the idea of life to remain as it is, or should we just give upon the idea of living itself?! The NOW stands for conundrum. It calls out for a decision. It summons all the strength we have in ourselves. Better yet, the NOW damns us to our own future.
If we were to cry about our past, though, the unanimous mantra of ‘The PAST is already in the PAST’ would follow. And we know it to be true. Even if it is dictating the NOW, no one has the stance to blame it. Or to challenge it.
The PAST, the NOW, it’s all us, anyway. It is the fabric that tightens around every bit of ourselves to make us who we are. Whatever that means.
In a mere self awareness, people try to bury their now in their past. Or their past in the now. Whichever one works!
Rants of the Absurdist
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