The Velocity of Silence

We are always moving toward something. A destination, a name, a closing door. We measure our lives in the distance between where we stand and where we hope to arrive. But the road is rarely a straight line. It bends. It blurs. It demands that we surrender our need to see the end before we have finished the journey. There is a specific stillness found only in motion, a quiet that settles when the world around us becomes a streak of light. We think we are traveling toward a place, but perhaps we are only traveling toward the realization that the place was never the point. The point is the movement itself. The way the dark holds the light, and the way we hold our breath while waiting for the next turn. If you stop, the road disappears. If you keep going, you become part of the blur. What remains when the light finally stops moving?

Sanjoy Sengupta has captured this fleeting passage in his work titled Road to Eternity. It reminds me that we are all just travelers passing through the night. Do you find comfort in the blur?