I was about to cross in this very busy avenue. On a rush hour where everybody was moving so fast people had nothing in mind but to catch a jeepney and head for home. I was one of them. I hurriedly went into my car so I can find rest, away from the noise and inside the comfort of my home. I waited for the traffic light to turn green. I waited and stood there silently. I looked at the people around, the cars moving fast, the jeepneys trying to get more passengers, street vendors and other phenomenon taking place along that avenue. And I realized I was one of them.
I stopped and detached my self from that world. And I was able to realize something. The stream of consciousness. I was looking at the cars passing and thought of it as the stream of consciousness. The cars were like a stream. I looked at them and made a great reflection as to what has been happening in my life at present.
Before I was that person. The person who just stood and looked at how the stream of consciousness flow in front of me. Just taking a look at them, without any response, without any reflection. Simply detached. Then there are these people who would attempt to take me out of that detachment, yet I did not allow them. I remained firm. Standing and just looking. When you are in front of this stream of consciousness you would be given the two great opportunities one is to remain observant, look and observe then do what you want in accordance to your personal will, without allowing anybody from the stream to influence you. Another is to follow the stream, and let the stream take you wherever it wants you to be. It might end up happily sometimes in pain.
That remains to be one's choice. I chose to be observant of that stream, but along the stream somebody took me and led me into a place where a promise of fulfillment was given. Yes I chose to follow, to let the stream take me wherever it goes. Some ended up happily, I ended up in pain. I regret why I chose to follow, now I remain observant, vigilant, and cautious. The stream is inviting to follow again, I don't know what to choose.
The light turned green. I woke up in realizations along that avenue. The people hurriedly crossed the street. I looked at them choosing their paths, observing or following the stream. Me. I remain standing. Careful. Strong. This time I won't allow anybody from the stream to take me again. I would do anything under my own accord. I would still choose, in the future, to follow that stream but by the next time I would choose it, I won't let it take me into pain, for I know how it hurts. And I learned it the hard way.
I stopped and detached my self from that world. And I was able to realize something. The stream of consciousness. I was looking at the cars passing and thought of it as the stream of consciousness. The cars were like a stream. I looked at them and made a great reflection as to what has been happening in my life at present.
Before I was that person. The person who just stood and looked at how the stream of consciousness flow in front of me. Just taking a look at them, without any response, without any reflection. Simply detached. Then there are these people who would attempt to take me out of that detachment, yet I did not allow them. I remained firm. Standing and just looking. When you are in front of this stream of consciousness you would be given the two great opportunities one is to remain observant, look and observe then do what you want in accordance to your personal will, without allowing anybody from the stream to influence you. Another is to follow the stream, and let the stream take you wherever it wants you to be. It might end up happily sometimes in pain.
That remains to be one's choice. I chose to be observant of that stream, but along the stream somebody took me and led me into a place where a promise of fulfillment was given. Yes I chose to follow, to let the stream take me wherever it goes. Some ended up happily, I ended up in pain. I regret why I chose to follow, now I remain observant, vigilant, and cautious. The stream is inviting to follow again, I don't know what to choose.
The light turned green. I woke up in realizations along that avenue. The people hurriedly crossed the street. I looked at them choosing their paths, observing or following the stream. Me. I remain standing. Careful. Strong. This time I won't allow anybody from the stream to take me again. I would do anything under my own accord. I would still choose, in the future, to follow that stream but by the next time I would choose it, I won't let it take me into pain, for I know how it hurts. And I learned it the hard way.
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