Mind

May 2048

The short journey of my mind began here at this present moment, just after the spring flowers have blossomed. Such a sunny day. Such a lovely day. Does it mean sun is love and sunny is lovely? In this exact moment, yes. A moment later can be a strong no. In my today, it might be sunny, but in your today, it might be a rainy day.

It is 16:48. I stopped traveling to write about my journey. Sitting on the chaise-longue, sipping my cold drink. Wondering after my first exploration of the area. Excavation. Burials. History at this moment. Is writing part of my journey? Is taking photographs while traveling part of your journey? Or is your camera blocking the view? Hard to tell, huh?

Is this cup I am holding, the clothes I am wearing… The glasses… My laptop is on my lap, I am writing. Are all these yokes limiting my view of life? Heavy is the burden. Which of us can really live? I, myself, am mostly observing how others live. How the woman on my right walking on the sand is trying to avoid the rocks! She must look down because she is a cautious person. Even the rocks she is not carrying are limiting her view. Imagine now, how limited our view about life is! How I have to miss your point of view to live my point of view, and this is just mental. For someone, the bare breasted woman feeding her baby daughter next to me would be offensive. She is my wife. Crazy right! I am topless, sunbathing here on this beach and my wife is doing the same. Our daughter is butt naked. We could be butt naked, too. We just didn’t prefer it today. Would you prefer to sunbath naked? This is your point of view whether you agree and join us or not!

What is equal is not the fact that I and my wife can be topless together on this beach. Equality is “sun is love at this moment”. In another space and time, it may be rain and love. For you, it might be a hijab is love. The fact that we can live without thinking if we can live “like this or that” is equality. One day, I may walk on the beach with my shirt on and my wife might be topless. This is just.

I know there would be people bothered by my phallus swinging around when I walk naked. As if my arms are not swinging also. This is their limit. To some other the limit is when a hijab woman shows her ankles or a piece of hair. Who decides on these limits if not us? I would not judge someone’s limits, in the end, we all have different limits. Today, you may try to cover my body, tomorrow you may try to reveal it. We all desire to control. That is natural. It is also natural that we can’t decide whether it will rain today or not. All I see is a bright sky. You can never control my mind. I can never control yours.

What I can clarify is that I will block you if you block me. See, you are reading me instead of looking at the horizon. Unless you look at the horizon, you only witness my words. This is the whole problem in life: Looking at other people’s lives when we should be living for our own lives.

Is looking part of life? We both know communication is part of life; reading is part of life. Your being bothered by my phallus is part of life. Fight Club. Never seeing my phallus is also part of life. Again Fight Club. It all depends at this moment. And with this story our minds are as cloudless as the sky. Sky is love now. Think! This is the sharp end.