otherworldly

That moment when you realize you’re outside of your body watching yourself, or not watching for that matter. Still not awake but not dreaming, you wonder how the day went by without feeling present or wilful. It’s like you stepped on an escalator, someone brushed your teeth when you went by, you arrived at work, somehow landed in your chair, responded to emails, just kept floating. The highlight of your day? Nothing stands out. Nothing stimulated you to awake from your reverie, the one that padded you from the life you somehow choose to lead everyday, and days like today, ones where you wonder what you did, make you realize that sometimes life is living you, rather than the other way around.

moment becomes memory

Things happen in between. Falling in love that is. A friend reminded me of that yesterday, and as a true romantic, I need to hear that—always focusing on my next ‘conquest’ leaves me adrift from enjoying the present. However, lately, I’ve been able to take a step back. Perhaps it’s my New Years resolution to lockdown that’s helped, or the cosmic universe. Whatever it is, I think it’s helped me to focus less on what happens next, and more on what’s happening now, and why. Because moment becomes memory in an instant, and then all you have is the Polaroid in your mind. What you choose to do with it is up to you. I just hope that I can say, that in that image, that moment, I was enjoying it and not pondering or feeling anxious about what might happen next.