The Arrow of Time!

Why does time flow forwards and not backwards? The question may not sound weird to a theoretical physicist but to laymen like myself, it is indeed absurd, or is it? Our birth is akin to an archer shooting the arrow- till the bow releases the flying twig we are within the comfort of the mother’s womb. The last push and we are out in this world- the arrow flies!
The arrow of time flies within the space-time curvature, pegging us towards our last day, hour, second, the moment we breathe the last breath. Why talk about this arrow of time, when we know it is inevitable, when the destiny is clear?

This blog is not about death, it’s about life. From our birth to death, we are re-born many a times. We re-born with the first step, the first utterance, the first day at school, the first friend, the first kiss, the loss of innocence…an endless list. Coming to think of it, death itself is a birth of a new life, if you believe.

Still stuck to the arrow, we fly and dream and we hope, make decisions and choices. Some dreams are left unfulfilled hoping for the future, while some are sacrificed at the altar for the hope of a new future, a new beginning…still stuck to the arrow.

My arrow of time is flying at a speed with which I can not cope. Like a soldier in a battle field, I am garbed with heavy ammunition of hopes, dreams and aspirations. To fly high, I must need to lose weight, amputate my dreams and reshape them accordingly. Because, I need to fly high!