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posted May 17, 2019, 7:08 AM by Suchandra Chatterjee   [ updated May 17, 2019, 12:23 PM ]

A lit major friend introduced me to Carpe-diem.

Did she learn about it from a book?

Or from Dead Poet's Society?

It doesn't matter. 

For some weeks we were like talking birds.

We said Carpe-diem often, like a parrot saying Hare-Krishna.

But our understanding of it was illusory.  

Carpe-diem, for us represented seizing the day.

It was the unending sigh inside our very being.

It was heartbreak from the futile endeavor of 

Trying to hold existence in the palm of our hands before time slipped away.

Carpe-diem was movement.

It was carving a niche for ourselves from the rest of the world.

Carpe-diem was divisive. 

So, I won't ask you to seize, or not seize. 

Instead, can you just look at the day as it goes by? 

What if carpe-diem is not a movement but stillness, like absolute zero?

What if it exists beyond space-time? 

What if it is existence?

Is it being sensitive and feeling everything 

Without trying to hold on to anything?