cave-like existence

it's amazing how fast the world moves. it's ironic for me to say that, since i used to travel at the speed of light, or so i thought. and then i was stopped in my tracks. and i've spent the past month wondering why the world hasn't stopped along with me.

see, when you are on the train, you begin to think that everything just flies by fast and that life is supposed to look like that, all blurry and streaky. but when you stop. i mean, completely stop. you realize that life doesn't adhere to time the same way the world does. see, time sometimes feels like it moves on its own, but it doesn't. it depends on us and awareness and presence. and while none of this would've made sense to me a month ago, it makes perfect sense now.

time can crawl and run and stop dead in its tracks. and when i think about that, i can't help but think of the cave. my recent cave-like existance and plato. and while they are not really related, they remind me of each other. and at least i've got that going for me.