I look out of the bus window. I look out of the room window. I look out of the launch window.
I look out.
Things mostly remain the same. My perspective changes.
The river I cross almost everyday, hasn't changed much in the last thousand years.
Sure, the water has been changing continuously. The landscape around has changed a bit. But, the overall feeling and the reason for which it is called the river hasn't changed.
I don't live in the moment. The moment lives in me.
For, hardly anything changes.
The bus route doesn't change over ten years. The shop from where I drink tea hasn't changed it's location. Only my view, my perspective about them change.
I look out of the window. I look at the sky. Everyday I have seen a different sky, yet the sky is same to me.
Same is a thousand books in my bookshelf, same is 5 pair of shoes in my shoe rack.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What is this earth?
Am I too certain?
How can I know that the things I know as true are true.
How can I know I haven't woken up this morning with the entire past in my dreams?