The Objects in our room

Have you ever noticed how silent the room stays when you are moving around it? You can be doing anything in the room, every object stays the same with no movement unless somebody moves it. Fascinating display of nothingness in life.

It doesn't matter at all, you could be making love to someone or murdering your loved one. It's like the whole room stays still the whole time, it watches when you lose yourself in the blissful delight of lust for love, it also doesn't take its eye off when you are ending the life of the person you once loved dearly.

Every object feels different, yet strangely bound by the laws of the room. It's like they all decided to stay the same around us, immovable objects. The light and shadow flickers at times, but mostly they follow the same rule as every other thing in the room.

The wind blows the curtains, the light moves the shadow, the person moves the other. How unique it all is, how synced all of our actions are. It's like nature and us connected by an unseen thread of life. We all move the same way, yet nature never leaves our sight. It stays with us from the day we were conceived to the day we draw our last breath.

I guess the silent facet of the entire ordeal is what fascinates me more than any other. In a way, it creates a world of meaninglessness in our wonderful lives. It doesn't matter if we find ourselves in a cheap motel or a lavishing place of glory and gold. Everything stays the same that includes the light and shadow.

Just like ourselves, the body is the same, even though the cloth we wear is different to one another. 

Amazing insight, nonsensical, but still amazing.