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Spinning Through Time: Childhood Reflections and Nature's Harmony

"Nature's harmony is a symphony that soothes the soul and inspires the spirit."

By afifaPublished 7 months ago 3 min read
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Spinning Through Time: Childhood Reflections and Nature's Harmony
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The earliest memories of my childhood are etched in my mind with a delicate subtlety. I recall standing in the middle of our neighborhood street, a curious four-year-old, spinning around like a whirling dervish. In those moments, I contemplated the daily rhythms of life – the sun's ascent and descent, the constant ebb and flow of time. It struck me then, as it does now, that each day would inevitably slip away, leaving me with fleeting memories. At that moment, amidst the twirls and the dizzying sensation of movement, I made a silent promise to myself: I would hold onto this moment forever. I would remember that four-year-old me, untouched by the formalities of school, untouched by the responsibilities of adulthood.

Fast forward 32 years, and I find myself at the age of 36, still cherishing that vivid memory of my childhood. I remember the innocence of those early years, the sheer joy of spinning around in the street, and the profound realization of time's relentless march forward. At that tender age, I wasn't yet enrolled in school; life was simple and carefree.

As life unfolded, I often found myself caught up in its whirlwind, forgetting the passage of time during moments of joy and exhilaration. Conversely, during times of adversity and hardship, time seemed to drag on at an excruciatingly slow pace. It was in these contrasting experiences that I learned a fundamental lesson – that time, like all things, is transient. The good times, no matter how blissful, eventually give way to challenging ones, and the difficult moments, however arduous, eventually yield to brighter days. The lesson was simple but profound: "This too shall pass."

My childhood was spent in a quaint, picturesque town in Pakistan, nestled amidst the embrace of nature and surrounded by majestic mountains. I attended a public school, where I forged a close-knit circle of friends. Together, we reveled in simple pleasures, playing games like hopscotch and hide-and-seek in the gardens that dotted our town. But the real adventures awaited me in the nearby village, where I would often visit my cousins. There, we immersed ourselves in the sounds of rustling winds whispering through pine cones, the melodious songs of small waterfalls, and the idyllic scenes of grazing cattle. We spent countless hours perched atop large boulders, which in those days seemed like colossal monsters. Now, when I look back, those once-mighty boulders appear smaller, a testament to the changing perspectives that come with the passage of time.

In those early years, my biggest fear was navigating the journey to the washroom alone. I would approach the restroom cautiously, my tiny heart pounding in my chest. In an attempt to banish my irrational fears, I would bang the restroom door against the back wall, a ritualistic gesture to ensure that no lurking lion was waiting to pounce on me from behind the door. Of course, I had never encountered a lion in real life, only on the flickering screen of our television. Nevertheless, my imagination ran wild, and the restroom became a battleground between my fears and my determination to overcome them.

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Recently, during a trip to Turkey, I had the opportunity to witness a live whirling dervish show. As I watched the mesmerizing dancers spin gracefully, I couldn't help but be transported back to my childhood. It was as if time had folded in on itself, and I was that same four-year-old, spinning in the street and pondering the harmony of nature and the relentless passage of time.

At that moment, I realized that I was still caught in a whirlpool of life, still spinning amidst the currents of time. The years have come and gone, but the essence of that young child, seeking understanding and wonder in the world, still resides within me. Time continues its ceaseless journey, but in the stillness of the Earth and the memories of a child, I find a profound connection that transcends the years and the experiences that have shaped me.

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  • Luther7 months ago

    Nice work ❤️ I hope I am okay cause the stories I write are starting to scar me 😪

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