Life’s Paradox
A paradox could represent the name for this story. Two things, thoughts, or lives are separated at the moment when perception is caught in confusion or a futile memory. Two Cosmos showed through their parallel existences, represented by their path, whether it is a deep hole or an invisible mirror. Let us go step by step, probably at the end of them, the paradox will be a union or a bifurcated road.
Sometimes it is impossible to understand these limitations. We live in a place where authorities or families confine us in prison obliging us to believe we are free. However, our saying is unallowed, our way of dress is homogenized, our food as well, and our culture is ruled by them, controlling our behavior. And, occasionally, we live in absolute freedom, society enables us be whatever we desire to be and still, it is not enough, thus we create a whole conflict upon us: our desires are a mere response to our childish conduct; comparison is a way of life, hence the hole grows bigger and bigger through time.
To live in a worn hole in the middle of the day when the sun is up and shining for us. Everything comes as obscure as the night in the daytime. All roads are closed even when there is the freedom to move anywhere. The biological temple starts feeling dull and heavy; emotions are all over, nothing is coherent, nor calm like a summer lake. We don’t yet know that all this is produced by thought as a mind movement blocking the actual seeing, listening, and living. Everything that one sees is dark like a vampire waiting for Twilight to live because daylight is already overwhelming.
A warm hole opens up making our Being reveal the other side. There is an image turned into a second being, with another shape but deeply the same. Around it, a white hole surrounds the body, but it is impossible to know if it witnesses it. It seems that its folks set it there to impeach its freedom. It prompts us of what could happen when leaders of the world become ruthless and tyrants, as well as our families and the whole society. A step forward from the hole and violence is upon him: conditioning shaping its existence, relationships are a society product away from its deepest desires of being alone or with proper company, one who doesn’t evaluate our ways.
The hole emits a signal that these two Beings look at each other. They are the same, living in a world where limitations are imprisoning them, physically and psychologically. What could be done for these two to be free? The hole asked them.
One of them uncovered its eyes and witnessed on the other side of the warm hole the other being, as kind of its otherness. It asked then, “Why are you living with a worn hole over you?” The other being, astonished by the question, never realized that it had a hole upon her. “I don’t know, everything is dark inside me, and nobody seems to care, not even the birds and trees…” It looked through the hole immediately while answering the other being’s question. “You don’t seem therefore unfamiliar to me; you’re living in a white hole…Like you, nobody cares for us; love is not even a word or a verb. Sorrow is our existence…” As the one of them was listening, silence embraced the sharing time and both beings looked at each other.
After a few moments of silence, the shared words started transforming both beings. There is something about sharing that provokes an instant metamorphosis. One of them looked up to the eternal blue sky, it finally perceived the radiant sun, the blossom of flowers, and the greeting of trees. There were tears of joy, and the other being, seeing all these began to enjoy this happiness as if it were in its realm, regardless of the white hole. There is something nameless here in which a partaken of life uplifts the reality of two beings in sorrow finding a way out to meet freedom.
