The traveller: Detached from the timeline of reality.
Time is relative. That much we all know. But do we all experience the same passage of time? I feel my relationship with time is fluid. It ebbs and flows from day to day, hour to hour, and sometimes minute to minute. I wake up and stare at the clock, begging for those precious tired seconds to tick just a little slower, but to no avail. My day begins and i slowly drift away from the world. My reality is nothing more than a hazy blur who’s interactions only inconvenience my traveling mind. The process of traveling within my mind, much like the light switch on a wall, is instant. Removing myself from the world, coasting on autopilot… Asleep at the wheel… My return to the world is equally rapid, although infinitely more unpleasant. The return to reality leaves me jet lagged, the time that so easily passed moments ago screeches to a proverbial halt. Caught in a moment with no retreat… Frozen in time, trapped in my thoughts. These moments don’t last long. Or do they? If time is relative than maybe these short detours are actually the longest part of my journey? Gravity distorts time, so does my consciousness. In no way do i believe that I literally change time, but i can effect my own perception of time, therefore my subjective timeline is just that, subjective. Im self aware that this detachment is a perception created to cut through the clutter of my existence, healthy? I doubt it. Necessary? Probably not. Effective? Absolutely. Maybe this is the source of my free fall? Maybe this realization puts me just outside the event horizon? If i cross this horizon from which there is no return am I accepting my fate or is it the true path to recovery. A leap of faith is necessary, but I reject faith? My need to rationalize every decision prevents me from taking this leap. Maybe another day… Tomorrow I travel…
Coming up: Wanderer in The Shadowed Woods
author: anonymous guest blogger