Motion is continuous. Its always going on. People, metro's, cars, bus', swings, rain, snow.. everything has a motion. A continium of some sort of path. It seems however, that if you just looked hard enough, just waited long enough... the path would have a break. A higher window. But, I am afraid to admit, that this isn't the case. When a world has chosen motion, over life, there is no break. Things, and people, are relentless. Once you start, you can not stop. You just keep going, and going..and going. But...where exactly? Thats the funny thing about motion. You don't REALLY go anywhere... From here..to there.. and back. In a days time you may be tired, but you will have nothing to show for it, except perhaps worn out shoes, and the need of an oil change. Motion.
Life is still. It has no beginning, and it has no end. And it orginates out of, only, those who create it. You can not buy, or gain, or borrow life. You can only create it, and discover it. But doing so takes stillnesss. It takes breaking free from your motions, stepping to the side of the passing train. And then, without a glance back, it moves. Life, is movement. Its a singer to her own tune, a dancer to her own rythmn, and a drum to its own beat. when a world has chosen life, movement, stillness; it has chosen a course on which it BECOMES the higher window, the grace of all moments. Life is not motion, it is movement. The freedom of one self. Life.
To attach this concept personally, I feel as if I have become trapped in the endless motions of Moscow. I look out my window, and find what I see inside. There is no destination in which I am heading only more trodden paths, only more worn out shoes. Only motions. And without life, all of this motion is pointless. If I my will is to arrive at a destination, why would I want to arrive empty handed? If there is no reaping to my sowing, why should I continue to sow?
aaah, so it is not motion that I seek after. Vain reptitions, and aquired stencils. No, it is movement. It is the creation, or discovering of my own tune. It is singing my own song, reading my own books, and walking my own pavements. it is My own.. life.
Life vs. Motion.
what say you?
