Is the Past Passing Me, or Am I Passing the Past? / An AI-Generated image

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Are you moving through the past, or is the past moving through you? A philosophical journey exploring time, perception, and the illusion of self through a late-night drive and reflections on life's transitions. Discover the wisdom hidden in the rearview mirror

The streetlights are lit for the night. I am driving back from an errand, and I see the lamp posts along the deserted highway passing me by. It occurred to me that perhaps I was the one standing still, and the lamp posts were the ones moving past. I pulled the car over to the side of the road, looked back through the rearview mirror, and saw that the lamp posts also appeared to have stopped. I wondered: what was receding—the lamp posts, or time itself?

I started the car and moved forward. Was I moving further away from the place I began my journey? But that is only half the truth. Moving away from the starting point isn't that the same as getting closer to my home? Which one is correct, then?

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A Lesson from Life's Journey

So many things in my life are now gradually slipping away from me. In their place, I am moving my life towards new things. And yet, the same question arises: Is it that aspects of my life are fading away, or is it that I am adding new things to my life?

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From Childhood to Youth

The playfulness, lightness, and long sleeps of childhood were left behind as I reached youth. They were replaced by a mind filled with the mood of an arrogant, energetic, stubborn, rebellious emperor who would submit to no one. In that youthful age, I was inspired to change the world, to turn it on its head, to think in radical ways. After watching a Bruce Lee film, I would leave the cinema feeling more filled with martial arts than Bruce Lee himself. After watching Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef's spaghetti westerns, I would emerge from the hall a faster gunslinger than them. Those moods, along with youth and time, passed by me at great speed. Anyone's physical youth is what passes at the speed of light.

From Youth to Middle Age

Through career, marriage, children, responsibilities, and conforming to socio-cultural norms, youth passed me by. Though I had a fondness for radicalism, I gradually drew closer to a conventional, contracted life, and my youth passed me by. That familiar, stubborn, stylish, arrogant, and wilful life shrivelled like leaves in a dormant thicket, never to return.

The realization that passing one thing means drawing closer to another is a spontaneous occurrence, a search for spiritual liberation.

A Life Lesson from a Buddhist Sutra

Considering the maximum lifespan of a modern human to be around 70 years, a person who has reached the age of 50 has a maximum of 20 years left. If he calculates the number of years he has left to live as 20, he has only 7,300 days left to live. The number of meals—breakfast, lunch, and dinner—remaining is 21,900.

It occurred to me that being born and gradually drawing closer to death is exactly like the street lamp posts rushing backwards as I drive. However, I think most people remember and celebrate birthdays, but they do not savor the reality of death, the comfort of understanding the truth. What a great irony it is to light candles and celebrate a birthday while forgetting about death until the moment one dies.


                   The journey forward, the past behind /  An AI-Generated image
Back on the Highway

Lost in my thoughts, I continued to drive. As I passed one lamp post, another would appear ahead and be passed by me. In addition to the lamp posts, every object I encountered ahead was passing me by relative to the speed of my car. Nothing paused before my eyes. When I looked back again through the rear window, I saw that everything I had passed was disappearing, drawn towards the past. When I turned my head and looked ahead through the windshield, it appeared that everything coming into view was also uniformly passing me by. I realized how instantaneous the moment of seeing something—the present—is. I understood that nothing in the present can be grasped and held, that they do not remain in my perception, and that their becoming the past is an eternal truth.

What I Learned on the Highway

Furthermore, I clearly saw that as the eye, ear, nose, tongue, and body encounter forms, sounds, smells, tastes, and tactile sensations, they all arise as non-self and, as non-self, pass me by.

Once, a teacher asked me a question:
"Where is the world, my child?"

"Everywhere... on the earth... in the solar system... in the universe," I answered distractedly. The teacher smiled compassionately.

"Do you see the world, son?" he asked again.

"Yes, I see it right here," I replied arrogantly.

"Just by seeing?" the teacher asked again.

"No... I hear it... I smell scents... I taste... I feel cold, warmth, and touch."

"Exactly right, son," the teacher said with satisfaction. "Apart from those, is there anything else inside the world?"

I was distracted again. I felt there was a great depth in the teacher's words. Nothing came to mind to say what else existed. The teacher took me to a large mirror.

"Look carefully," he told me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. "That is the world. On the day that world ceases to exist, the entire universe will cease to exist," he said in a philosophical tone.

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The End of the Journey

I drove the car through the gate and into the driveway of my house. I had reached my destination. Now, I must get out of the car. I walked around the car and touched the two front headlights. There was no mark or trace of anything I had passed during the journey on any part of the vehicle. Everything had gone into the past with time. I saw that even now, the present is travelling towards the past, and I feel nothing remains with me, in unison with me. What an empty illusion this tripartite of time is... I walked slowly into the house, thinking.


Sources & Further Reading

To explore the philosophical themes in this article, you might find these sources enlightening:

1.     The Concept of Impermanence (Anicca): Central to Buddhist philosophy, this teaching asserts that all conditioned things are in a constant state of flux. The reflection on the lamp posts and life stages is a direct meditation on this principle.

2.     The Doctrine of Non-Self (Anatta): As explored in the Anattalakkhana Sutta, this principle suggests that neither within nor outside the body and mind can a permanent, unchanging "self" be found. The mirror analogy used by the teacher points directly to this profound truth.

3.     Time and Perception in Western Philosophy: Thinkers like St. Augustine in his Confessions (Book XI) and Martin Heidegger in Being and Time have deeply explored the nature of time as a subjective human experience rather than an objective reality.

4.     Mindfulness and Present-Moment Awareness: The works of Thich Nhat Hanh, such as "The Miracle of Mindfulness," provide practical guidance on living in the present moment, which is the implicit answer to the article's central question.