People say that life is a series of events that follow a certain sequence of events: with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Perhaps it is, but it's almost certainly more likely that it isn't. Just as morals were created by humans, it is not unlikely that humans also created the concept of time. Not only is it an easier way of understanding it, but it is also a useful way of structuring our lives to meet some unknown (and perhaps predetermined) goal.
If it, on the offchance that our beliefs are in fact not far from the truth, is true the life can be looked at as a simple timeline of events, then here is a plausible perspective from which one can observe this often-overlooked phenomenon. . .
As the ground began to blur outside, the group of people sat still in their seats. Occasionally, someone would open their mouths in an effort to rid themselves of the growing pressure in their heads. Slowly, the distance between the ground and the people grew, until at some point everyone was angled to the ground and heading towards some distant point in the heavens. The plane straightened itself out as it set a new course towards a predetermined destination off in the far distance. Unfortunately, the jubilance of the situation was lost on a man who had recently lost his mother to what was supposedly natural causes. So it goes. He had, in his grief, neglected to equalize the pressure in his head and soon fell into a state of emptiness.
The man remembered a time where he was on an amusing contraption popularized in the 20th century. The chain hoisted him, along with a group of other people, on an incline towards a steep fall. For others, this steep fall would cause a loss of control. However, the entire path was already set and the way through it could not be changed. As the man neared the top of the incline, his nerves began to build until finally he could no longer wait. At that moment, he fell over and his body felt as if it was floating in thin air. Fortunately, he was held by a harness to prevent this feeling of weightlessness from resulting in death. As the path then once again turned into an incline, the man felt as if he was being pushed through the floor of his seat by an invisible force. A turn, a corkscrew, another turn, a loop, and the man found himself not in pain from the numerous jolts and bumps along the way, but in complete excitement and awe from his experience. The path, however, was being covered in slower and slower paces. The man could see darkness ahead, yet he was not entering with anxiety or fear or regret in his mind. He allowed the shadows to envelop his body and the very corners of his mind.
The ground was visible through a misty and translucent layer of clouds. Time seemed to take an eternity as, gradually, it was so close that one could almost jump out and land without being hurt. Once again, that familiar pressure was encroaching on the man's mind, but he pushed it away for just a few moments. He called his wife to tell her that everything is fine. As the plane came to a stop and the staircase was lowered, the man took his hand-luggage with the memorabilia he'd gathered from his trip and walked to the front of the airplane. Just before he stepped out in the light outside, he smiled. So it goes.
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