Drifting Beyond Time: Where I Lose Myself Completely

Drifting Beyond Time: Where I Lose Myself Completely

Life is often dictated by schedules, deadlines, and responsibilities. Yet, there exist rare and magical moments when the mind escapes its self-imposed boundaries, and I become utterly lost—immersed in something so deeply that the world outside fades into oblivion. These are the moments where time stands still, and I exist purely in the present.

The Hypnotic Pull of Music

Music is not just an art; it is a force that transcends the ordinary. Sometimes, I find myself lost in the gentle hum of a raga, the haunting echo of a flute, or the power of a well-timed crescendo. When I play an instrument, I am no longer just a listener—I become a conduit, flowing with the rhythm, lost in the depths of melody. Even without a harmonium or keyboard, my mind orchestrates its own symphony, recreating past performances and weaving new ones out of thin air. It is in these moments that I feel weightless, unshackled from time itself.

The Written Word: A Portal to Other Worlds

Writing is where my thoughts take flight, unhindered by logic or restraint. When I sit down to write—whether a blog, a poem, or an analytical piece—everything else fades away. Words become brushstrokes on an unseen canvas, shaping emotions, memories, and dreams. Sometimes, a single sentence demands perfection, refusing to let go until it aligns with the rhythm of my thoughts. Other times, ideas pour out in an unrelenting flood, as if the universe itself is dictating through me. Hours pass unnoticed, and I emerge from the trance-like state, astonished at how much has unfolded.

The Electrifying Power of Conversations

A great conversation can be a voyage in itself. When ideas are exchanged with passion and depth, the world beyond the discussion ceases to exist. Whether debating philosophy, dissecting history, or unearthing the hidden layers of mythology, I become completely absorbed in the intellectual dance. Words are not just spoken; they are felt, explored, and dissected, leading to discoveries that linger long after the dialogue ends. The beauty of such discussions is that they rarely lead to conclusions—only to more questions, ensuring the mind remains forever restless and curious.

The Thrill of the Open Road

There is something deeply liberating about setting off on a journey with no rigid itinerary—just the road ahead and the endless sky above. Driving through unfamiliar landscapes, watching the scenery shift, and feeling the wind rush through the open windows is an unparalleled experience. With no distractions, my mind wanders freely, shaping new ideas, revisiting old memories, and embracing the raw thrill of the unknown. In those moments, I am not just travelling—I am unearthing new dimensions of myself.

The Elemental Dance of Water and Wind

Few things mesmerise me as much as water in motion. The rhythmic crashing of waves, the delicate ripples in a quiet lake, or the untamed rush of a mountain stream—each has a hypnotic quality that lulls me into a trance. The wind, too, possesses a mysterious allure. Whether it’s the playful breeze rustling through treetops or the unyielding force of a storm, it whispers secrets only the soul can understand. In these moments, I don’t just observe nature—I become a part of its ceaseless rhythm.

The Lost Art of Stillness

Amidst all these pursuits, there is one more place where I disappear—into stillness itself. Not in the form of structured meditation or guided breathing exercises, but in those quiet, unexpected pauses where I simply exist. It could be the hush of dawn before the world awakens, the warm glow of twilight stretching across the horizon, or the silent company of an old book. These moments, devoid of movement or thought, are paradoxically the most profound. In losing myself to stillness, I often find the most clarity.

The Beauty of Getting Lost

To lose oneself is often seen as a misstep, a lapse in control. But I have come to realise that true fulfilment lies in these very moments—where passion eclipses logic, time dissolves, and I exist in my purest form. In music, in writing, in journeys, in nature, and in silence—I lose myself, only to discover more of who I truly am.

And you? Where do you disappear when the world fades away?