Connectivity
Everyone has felt the connection to somethhing greater than ourselves. You must be wondering what exactly I am talking about. Well, I’m talking about those times when you felt a surge of quietness within you and your surroundings however noisy or silent it may be. The instance when you believed in yourself. That point of time when every action and events in your life made sense to you. The moment where you were reliving the nostalgia while in the whole consciousness of living in the present. No... Don’t confuse it with euphoria. It’s a whole different thing completely. Of course that varies from person to person and I only stated a general view of what happens which is somehow relatable I guess. What can I do? I suck at expressing.
Normal people sense this at a low scale while people generally like artists who try to see art in everything undergo this kind of feeling on a random scale. Artists can be actors, painters, poets, writers and the spectrum broadens. But, but, but connectivity can also be felt in an overwhelming amount when we are in intoxicated state. Ah! I can see that wry smile forming on your face: because you have already experienced it. So... intoxication can happen through any type of agent. So what happens? When we are high our brain says that “Eh, I’m working non-stop for this asshole here. Let me chill for some time and then I will overwork tomorrow”. So, it puts the “happy hormone” and the “guard hormone” on work and relaxes. At that time, the strategies to filter our perception also sleeps off: which leads us to see and feel things in ways we couldn’t have in our conscious self. You may have heard a person blabbing about the most bizarre things, which is because their brain is not in a mood to process the sensations experienced by that person.
Those instances feel like bliss and when that calmness settles down through the veins making us more excited and thrilled to explore.
When a person while travelling, when the vehicle moves, the wind caressing our face, the trees the road speeding by and that smell of earth feels like the place was waiting for his presence and thanking him to have heard its call.
When the waves break at our feet again and again while still sunken in that wet sand, the cool breeze playing through our hair while we stare at the sun romancing with the sky, a sense of stillness fills us and we freeze at that moment.
When the sun is up, the girl with a book in her hands reads with perfect happiness where she is the centre of an invisible world created by her.
When a woman slides her feet through the fresh green grass of the field and feels the softness of the mud whispering to her feet to feel it.
When a child is chasing the squirrels, cats and monkeys and shouts with joy every time they run away from her not knowing the reason behind their reaction. And when ultimately she sits beside a dog half asleep and runs her finger through his coat just like her mom caresses her when she’s asleep.
When the cars race by, I look at every person inside them wondering how similar and still different we are on so many aspects. So much that we forget to understand the enormity and simplicity of things.
When the sun has rose above the head in the winter sky, every part of our body sighs with gratitude and warms itself. I feel the sun rays penetrating me and I extend my hand out and play with the particles which are now exposed dancing in the air and maybe irritated with my fingers cutting their trails shamelessly. I feel the leaves rustling, overhearing their rustling talks about how some leaves are starving, how that bud isn’t getting enough light, how they are covered by dirt day after day like an unwanted cover.
And watching these in their perfect detail unable to explain the overwhelming sensation and the reason as to why she sees every damn thing in such an intricate detail is me sitting in an awkward but comfortable position with a wide happy smile looking like a mad person.
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