“The truth is nothing.”- Bahvesh Chhatbar

Remember when you were a child and you would stare into a kaleidoscopes with fascination?  I do. It’s funny how a simple instrument could invoke such feelings of awe and wonder. After all they were just tubes filled with pieces of coloured glass and mirrors. Just by a slight twist of the wrist one could change their perception of whatever was on the other end of the instrument.

That’s just it! Kaleidoscopes are just merely optical instruments. And what do people do with optical things? We analyze and interpret them. Through the other end of a kaleidoscope the world looks beautiful and symmetrical, almost like a different world where nothing has shape or form. However there is movement, and with every twist a new pattern is made, more beautiful than the last.

Where am I going with this you may ask? I don’t know. But what I do know is that I have been staring at this post in my drafts for over a week now. During those times it was only a title with no words. Overtime it became a reminder of my inability to confront my own mind. Why does the word kaleidoscope have to be so… what’s the word…ah, intriguing. For many months now I’ve been longing for a different perspective, and it is all starting make sense now.

Kaleidoscopes inspire me. Their ability to create different things out of a limited amount of items remind me how much there is to life. Just by a simple reflection of mirrors and slow wrist movements you are faced with ever changing patterns. Almost teaching one that their view on life depends on them and how they act towards it. If you rotate the kaleidoscope slowly you will be able to see all the patterns clearly, but when rotation is fast the patterns seem messy and hard to grasp. Does this not speak to you? When you rush through life you start loosing track of those beautiful moments, and you find yourself lost trying to understand what exactly happened over the years. Then you take a moment to reconcile.

Life cannot be rushed, time is forever changing in one speed and direction. It does not go backwards and it cannot be sped up. So why rush through something that is so precious? This year should be a year of living. Yes, living. And to respond to all smart asses,” yes”, we all know we are already alive. But are you truly living? Have you taken a moment to embrace your surrounding and study the patterns that reflect upon our eyes? Have you just sat down and watched how slowly the clouds change, or watched the seasons colours alter aloft our earth? Have you watched how people interact? Or how the human face depicts vast emotions? I have, and all these thing reminds me of kaleidoscopes.

Although this blog post may not have any structure or even be understandable for that matter, I do want to end it with this:

Life through a kaleidoscope is an illusion. Life itself is an illusion. At the end of the day, the way we choose to view it depends on how fast or slow we are willing to twist our wrists. Because after all, the world is in our hands.

 

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*Picture by me*

Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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