The Illusion of Going Somewhere

I’ve just finished (a picnic) dinner in the garden. When I looked up I noticed this little fellow heading from left to right across the lawn. I thought to myself ‘I wonder where he’s heading’.

A few minutes later I looked up from my book to notice that he’s heading in the other direction. ‘That’s strange,’ I think to myself, ‘he’s not going to get far like that’.

It was then that I realised that he wasn’t going anywhere. He lives there. He’s just doing the equivalent of moseying around in his back garden. Just like me.

It’s odd how, up until this point, when I see people and other kinds of critters, I always assume that they’re on their way somewhere important. But are they really?

Seems to me that we’re more often than not busy going around in circles.

There’s an app called Google Maps on my phone with a feature called Timeline (Your timeline), which plots, on a map where I travel on a daily basis.

I’m sorry to have to break this to you, but most of our journeys (including mine) very much resemble that of my friendly neighbourhood slug.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. Not really.

Because life is all about cycles and circles. Sunrise, sunset; empty, full; dirty, clean; birth and death – it’s all circular and cyclical.

So don’t be upset if it seems like you’re going nowhere because, in the grand scheme of things – that’s probably precisely what you’re meant to be doing. I guess the trick is to make sure that you pack as much fun as possible into it while you’re doing it.

As I finish this piece, the sun has dipped out of the sky and Mr Critter has vanished from view. And I’m shortly going to do the same.

Have a wonderful evening everyone. See you tomorrow. Have fun!

(and there’s a blackbird singing sweetly as I type these words)


50 thoughts on “The Illusion of Going Somewhere

    • If life’s an illusion, then all it contains is also an illusion, including everything anyone ever thought or said, and that includes the thought that life is an illusion, which means that life is actually as real as you and me.
      *at which point we vanish in a puff of logic*
      Hope you’re having a beautiful day and that if you ain’t then you get the strength to make it so. πŸ˜‰

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      • You know – it’s easy to talk to you in this way because your profile picture already shows you as laughing (at least, on the surface) so saying something funny (yeah, I know – I’m flattering myself now) comesnaturally. Confession – I’m really trying to make myself comfortable. There’s some pretty heavy stuff on your blog and I’m going for upbeat whilst at the same time trying to discover how much your experiences have defined you.
        Ah, this sounds clumsy now – sorry.
        I guess what I’m trying to do is … move into the future without discounting the past.
        Okay, that seems like enough from me right now. Bet you’re not laughing now. πŸ™‚

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      • Dear friend…my past HAS defined me. Oddly enough, it also saved me. You know what it’s like to just move through life numb? Well, that was me, until Hell arrived at my door and I had to figure out how to get out. Sometimes, you have to completely crash to the bottom of the ocean before you can fight your way back up. Anyway, I write what I write so that others who are going through loss–which is, by the way, one of the worst forms of hell–can feel “not alone” in their thoughts and experiences, and can see (through the happier posts that I write) that it does take time, but healing is ours if we choose it. But you have to choose it. That’s key. Love your honesty…that’s a rare asset. Make sure you hold onto it.

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      • Well that’s reassuring. πŸ™‚
        I just wanted to make sure that I was allowed to speak to you like you’re a normal person (not that you’re not) rather than someone who spends every moment being grief-ridden. Because if it was the latter then I’d have to be careful about everything I say (not that I’m so insensitive to be blurting inappropriate stuff out (well, not all the time – I’m still a bloke (British word for man (but with laddish undertones) after all) all the time) and that would be rather onerous. Do-able, but onerous. πŸ™‚
        So, yeah – honest – that’s me.
        Love the way you describe your journey. Inspiring the way you have found your way to healing. Lovely the way you write about the role of choice – that’s the most inspiring thing really.
        Sitting here, staring into space, twiddling my thumbs (literally) and wondering what to say next. Nothing’s coming. What’s for dinner? πŸ™‚ (Yeah, yeah – one track mind).
        Kindness – Robert.

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      • No, it’s the people who don’t tell me what they think that make me nervous. Carry on, Robert…we shall be friends forever. (unless you become a rude bloke, with all sorts of obnoxiousness oozing out of you … πŸ™‚ ).

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      • Like everyone, I say something mildly obnoxious every now and again – but it’s far from oozing (great word) out of me. πŸ™‚ I’m just a normal bloke really. I stick to the main three subjects: football (English stylee), food and … the other (but never in polite company). Actually, none of that is true. English peeps only ever talk about the weather. πŸ™‚
        It’s colder today – 8 degrees C instead of the 28 it was only a week ago.
        See – weather.


  1. The difference between humans and other critters is that so many of us hurry from place to place, acting as if we’re on an important mission all the time. The Timeline feature sounds like a good way to zoom out and laugh at ourselves a little.

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      • Good self-control on your part. 😊
        A simple reply of “true” would not annoy me.
        You’re asking me what I’m doing today? That’s uncharacteristic of you. I’m practising walking on a tightrope.

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      • Oh yeah – I get the figurative part, Just wondered if you had also taken up a new activity. Or an old one. Actually, I’ve no idea. You might well be an Olympic Contestant in the Tightrope Walking category for all I know. Although I’m pretty sure you would have mentioned it over the last couple of (calendar) years. πŸ™‚

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      • I don’t find it strange that you would be most likely to go skydiving (rather than any other new activity). Nope, haven’t jumped out of a plane yet. Yes, I did say that – good memory. I let procrastination get the best of me, so I haven’t frozen myself solid yet.


      • Ah well – there’s always next winter to do ice-cube impersonations. πŸ™‚
        Interesting image – tiny you, frozen in a block of ice, plunking into a glass of whisky. Melting slowly. Don’t worry about air, or being drunk, or double meanings.
        How’s island life suiting you?

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      • Haha – how do you always think of such witty things to say? πŸ™‚
        If I had to be plunked into a drink, it certainly would not be whisky. Non-alcoholic ginger beer would be my preference. The ‘tiny-me-in-an-ice-cube’ image makes me think of those fake ice cubes with fake bugs inside them.
        Island life is splendid … except for the complete loss of any semblance of anonymity.

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      • You actually listen to people? I just wait for them to finish rambling so that I don’t miss the opportunity to speak. 😜
        Nothing remains private here for more than 37 seconds.

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  2. You’re a man of wisdom, Robert. Great reflection and metaphors. I couldn’t agree more. Life is indeed about circles and cycles, but despite that fact, everyone must pack a lot of funβ€”such a great advice.

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