Sometimes I might think about world, more specifically my part of the world. From the very moment when I opened my dry eyes to see the (wet) world, I must have been traumatized or may be surprised. Yeah! my part of the world was always new, brand new, and therefore I was inexperienced and glowing with curiosity, and even yet today its the same. For they are yet to realize that everything is as new as a new moment of time, I am at some other level of thinking. I know I will never get bored of the things around me, there is lot more to know 'on my own', besides my obtained habit of making prejudices.
Even thoughts are never the same, they vary with the passage of time. Now when I put a full stop to the previous line, my thoughts are still lingering (no full stop for them), I now have a question, 'what is time', and more questions like 'is it just a day after night or a night after day', 'how is it passing' , 'is it going to end' for every part of the world or only for few (because I know it will end for me some day, like it began), 'who would know that time has stopped', 'would they have any knowledge of time', these questions might have been repeated in the past, but this present is new combination of time and person and mind, then conclusively its never the same.
Even thoughts are never the same, they vary with the passage of time. Now when I put a full stop to the previous line, my thoughts are still lingering (no full stop for them), I now have a question, 'what is time', and more questions like 'is it just a day after night or a night after day', 'how is it passing' , 'is it going to end' for every part of the world or only for few (because I know it will end for me some day, like it began), 'who would know that time has stopped', 'would they have any knowledge of time', these questions might have been repeated in the past, but this present is new combination of time and person and mind, then conclusively its never the same.
