JUST A THOUGHT

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There are times when you don’t feel the connection. You don’t feel things as they were, things by which you could explain your daily life. Superficially those things might seem as constant. You are experiencing them every day, you see them, touch them, and talk to them, listen and feel. Question is, is it really the same way every day?
Lately I have been pondering over this question and I realized it was worth giving a thought. Biologically speaking we are definitely not similar to what we were even 5 minutes ago because new cells are replacing older ones in our body continuously. So maybe I can say I am being reborn every day. And since I being the subject changing continuously then how can I expect the world, an object to be same as it were? That would be illogical to say. Objective world is being perceived solely because there is a subject to study them. And if subject is not constant then how can you expect object to be so? Therefore this subject-object relation might seem being dominated by subject  that is us  but is it so?

Most of the time, its objective world that defines the subject. Whatever you perceive is directly depending on what you perceive, its composition, its chemical structure, and a lot more. The reaction a subject’s mind gives to the stimulus generated by objective world is an idea. So loosely this shows that subject- object relation is inter-dependent. If one changes the other is bound to change. Therefore I can say that I can never relate to what I was sometime back. But I can do so in a substantial amount of time interval, but that too will only be helpful to document the kind of changes I have gone through in that time and we do this every time. Don’t we?

But still mind chooses not to do so but always long for not being what it was sometime before, it desperately tries to build a connection between past and present, and tries to calculate that future which is best in connection with it. We are doing this all the time. Quantum physics says universe being a soup of infinite possibilities. I guess our minds validate this every second. We are always working out best possible future based on our past experience because that’s our comfort zone. We are afraid to go beyond that and this is our limiting condition.


History has set examples of Beautiful minds those who dreamt a totally absurd future. Absurd because it didn’t resonated with their programmed thinking. That was truly a leap of faith and changed the object of the subject as we perceive it.

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