The Demise

 Nothing's PERMANENT!

What in this world might be permanent? There's no such thing as permanent that stays in this world. It's all a play of time. "All the world's a stage". People come and go, things happen and they don't. Well, I guess that's called "Shit Happens". hmm. Where are we coming from I ponder. And also where are we going to actually? I steer clear of taking sides on religions and atheism though. So I won't brag the gods or supernatural beings here.

I'd really love to call us all Stardust. Just a simple, short, pretty name, isn't it?  Aren't we all the part of the huge cosmos, the whole universe and so on. We're the mini particles of the universe and the whole universe resides within us. Ans as we approach the twilight of our journey, it is essential to engage in deep introspection to understand the true meaning of our existence. We do surely know about our existence, but what it is that we don't know of? What's that void inside of our heads that's filled with consciousness. We are in a choiceless awareness state. But what is after the choiceless awareness?

EVERY sentence ends with a big "question mark" ?

The principle about energy conservation says that, "Energy can neither be created, nor be destroyed but it can be transformed from one form to another." Well that being said, everything that exists in this universe is a form of an energy. And we may or may not be eternal beings enduring until the end of time or perhaps beyond. Since we're all manifestations of energy, we never really cease to be. Maybe that's where the notion of soul and immortality came from. We are inside of the continuous loop of the existence and transformation. Everything lasts for a certain time and then it changes into next creating a never-ending game of our existence and role in this universe as a whole.

Vibrations. We are filled with those. Each and every move. Each and every thought. Our birth. Out life. Our death. Our afterlife. Out purpose. Our awareness. The life paradigm. They all have vibrations. Striking from one wall to another. Filled with those waves. Unique. Their own construct. On a journey that only moves further. New, different and unique to all. So does this mean, we'll always exist in a certain form ? But wasn't it about everything not being permanent ? Every permanent thing is temporary in some way. Our current sense is temporary. We will serve our time and depart from here along with time. Nothing belongs to us and neither we belong to something. We will vanish without a trace, yet with some trace. 

Oh, what a serendipity it is!