Reflection

The Sun Rays, The Motion Of Life And Time

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Nature is an obsessive element that cures invisible ailments through its anonymous medications. It maintains affinity with devotees who await for affection by importing queries and revealing myths.

The inherited beauty of the Sun has perplexed me through its glory and mystery. Its immaculate repetition of distinctive forms around the universe wonders the creations. It was years ago when an unexpected halt of a running vacant luxurious bus on my return from college to my hometown in the afternoon to welcome me. At first, my heart was jumping up and down due to my introverted character, which was composed of anxiety and shakiness that wasn’t forcing me to respond, but emotional excitement constantly had been nudging me to answer. Then, a little inspection through the mind freed my emotions and calmed my heartbeat by identifying its authentication and authorization.

Sitting on a wide cushioning seat with an entrance of light breeze had blown out all of my thinking and overthinking had drifted me toward drowsiness. Yet, flying a few shiny fractionated sun rays through the glasses stopped my eyes from being closed and deflected my drowsiness into curiousness to chase them with attention and see them with intention. The attentive chase with the eyes brought me to their destination (the sun) from where they had been distributing their beauty around the universe by changing their forms through color transformations and exhibiting their frequency of light intensity throughout the day with the dedication to make them noticeable to the world and the universe.

Marveling at their color transformations at this time of the day due to atmospheric scattering dazzled my eyes and wondered my sight. However, the exhausting body and eyes gently took their rest by pushing me into a steady Nap. They didn’t extend their rest due to the driver’s shaking for payment, but the rays did increase their beauty, which caused my jaw to drop and flattering appreciative eyes to glare. They were playing with the sky by deepening and changing their color through mixing with others, and I thought they had forgotten me and got lost in the play with the sky, but they proved my thought wrong by coming through penetration. This time, they had returned with a submission of the invitation to explore their kingdom, and my curious affection for the attraction delightfully accepted their invitation. However, the shortness of time and distance interrupted our interaction and detached our attention from each other by stopping us at the station. However, the stopping point was the starting point.

Since then, the morning’s glowing rays have tapped my attention, causing me to see them with affection and observation: how they vary their intensity and carry their calmness at sunset, accommodating the sparkling stars and moon by extinguishing their flames, representing their kingdom by making them elegant in this universe. All this puts the quester lost in thought by asking significant life questions: who am I? Who is my kingdom? How can I appeal to the kingdom of beauty?

Life begins with softness, but the ending remains obscure. In the middle span, all the mysteries have to be solved. In this phase, life carries its intensity, covered by cloudiness, hurt by the spooky storm, involved in goodness, and trapped in badness. Through these, life steps into its final stage, where the shining lights emerge to embrace, but life doesn’t spot it due to dark clouds upon it. The life mystery remains undeciphered.

Life can be involved in goodness and persuade its kingdom by being beautiful in the amid stage. In the final appearance, life sees emanating lights, bringing life toward a cave of beauty where the exhibition of lights intoxicates it and leaves the world unveiling its treasure and mystery.

The quester(me) returned to his thoughts and contemplated himself with flows of queries, anticipating solving mysteries and finding glories. Immediately, the senses guided him to the roof of a building with a geometry box in hand, and nudged him to bring the scale from it to measure his span in this glove by watching the Rotation of the sun, and warned the eyes to keep on track. The tracking had found two apparent movements: one is rapid, and the other is sluggish.

Rapid motion punched him into realization, and sluggish motion provoked him into a paradox. When he saw the movement from East to West, he realized how quickly time was going. When he observed the movement from North to South at sunset, he leaned into a paradox: time was going slowly.

The quester began to put his scale on the box and asked: Is this time measurable? Is time movable? whatever. But life from birth to death is the rotation from east to west in a day, and the afterlife is the motion like the movement of the sun from north to south. One is quick. The other one is slow.