To a sixteen year old’s
feeble mind, Haruki Murakami is the truth, more so when he cuts down to the
core of the simple truth: Reality and I exist simultaneously at this
present moment (from Murakami’s “Sleep”).
Inevitably, one growsup old.
Inevitably, one grows
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No matter how much we feign its presence,
alternates realities subsist as we all exist simultaneously: in thoughts,
dreams, and deeds. We collide further with each other, often creating inaudible sounds, vibrations, and ripples in the proverbial pond of existence. The vibrations
pull us to different directions, and we choose based on our
preconceived notions of truth, or the efficacy of our desire, or even the call
of the most basic necessities. We start gravitating towards one direction,
wherever we feel we best belong to or whichever is necessary for us at the moment.
We move because we exist. We
create realities because we have to survive or adapt. In the fabric of time and space, we
are in perpetual flux. And our motion dictates the pattern of our realities.

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