Something took over, when I read a Mila Kundera quote about time and hapiness:
"O tempo humano não anda em círculo, mas avança em linha reta. Por isso o homem não pode ser feliz: a felicidade é o desejo de repetição."
Milan Kundera, A insustentável leveza do ser
"Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
So I felt something inside of me urging to write about it, lighted my cigarette, sat by the sun and spilled three pages of rambling thoughts in my physical notebook , late refining them in my email's blank sheet. I love to write in portuguese, my mother language, there's something about it that inspires me beyond words. Here's the result:
O tempo... se em círculo, como o sol, o espelho do ciclo natural, e em cada dia, luz e escuridão, o medo do humano apaziguado na medição do desconhecido em segundos minutos horas dias meses anos décadas séculos milénios. Perpetuado e deturpado pela tradição, pragmatismo e (dis)funcionalismo social, o tempo avança igualmente em linha recta, num caminho que só reconhecemos quando olhamos para trás, o compasso do quotidiano que nos atém à formalidade e simultaneamente nos liberta ou distrai da responsabilidade de enfrentar o infinito da nossa própria existência. Haverá felicidade em linha recta, ou será essa linha recta contrária à nossa humanidade? Não sendo eterna, a felicidade está nos olhos de quem a vê e inerente à nossa capacidade de amar, parando o tempo para que todas as experiências se tornem dádivas à luz da consciência.
Translation (approx.):
Time ... if in a circle, like the sun, the mirror of the natural cycle, and in each day, light and darkness, the fear of the human appeased by the measurement of the unknown in seconds minutes hours days months and decades and millennia. Perpetuated and distorted by tradition, pragmatism and social (dis) functionalism, time also advances in a straight line, in a path we only recognize when we look back, the compass of everyday life that keeps us in the path of formality and at the same time frees or distracts us from the infinite of our own existence. Is there happiness in a straight line, or is this straight line contrary to our humanity? Not being eternal, happiness is in the eyes of those who see it and inherent to our capacity to love, stopping time so that all experiences become gifts in the light of consciousness.
Enjoy, like resteem comment if you feel like it, it sure does to me :)
Nice your post
Time itself is an illusion, a thought-made construct. We can think(!) about past and future but when we stop thinking we realize that there is only this moment. What adds on to our illusion of there being a past and future, however, is the fact that we tend to transfer old, outdated thought patterns into the present moment, which shuts close new, more healthy thoughts. Exactly the same old thought pattern we naturally transfer onto our future as well so that we are literally making ourselves dependent on and identify with our thoughts.
These were just my instant thoughts after reading your wonderful notes ;)
Perfect, thank you for sharing your thoughts... when immature resolutions from the past become crystallized standards, the paradigm that rules humanity further on, truncating their ability to face the darkness, the unknown for themselves without the safety net of time.