Every one of us believes that we all live in the ‘same’ world. Yes, we wake up when sun rises in the east and goes to bed when it doom into the sea at west.
Still, are we all on the same world?
I live in a world carved out of my own experiences. I see things in my own way. My possession is my knowledge. I gather it from the way I live life. The books I read, the movies I watch, the people I meet, the discussions I have, everything contributes to the becoming of me.
When something gets inside me, I think. The thoughts evolve. Initial thoughts could be at a pupa state where it just needs to be inside you and you need to protect and guard it. Once a thought gets matured, it can’t be enclosed inside any more; it just comes out as butterfly which just needs a fly, which are actions. Thoughts provoke actions.
My thoughts, perceptions, experiences mould my views. When we bring in some one to our world, we share. Sharing has its own limits. We just can’t share everything. We pick the things which we feel like sharing and leave the rest.
Can our world be shared fully? First of all is that something necessary?
We say ‘our’ world. But is it really ‘our’ world? For me, I think we interact on the same world. But do we live in the same world?
Though there are millions of human livings in the so called same world. They are just living in millions of different world created by them.
I am obsessed with the sound of silence in my world where there is nothing but me. The silence brings me back to my own world.
Something’s better unsaid. Something’s to be said. Something needs to be just understood.
I love my sound of silence in my own world!