Déjà vu

Lessons in redundancy.

Confuddling conclusions.  Faintly familiar fantasies.  Remised remembrances. That’s how it can feel when déjà vu befalls you.  It’s the hazing over of an opinion or perspective that should be common sense but takes one a while to grasp.

It can feel like the moments one experiences before fully rousing from a night of deep sleep- those fuzzy and forlorn returns from the subconscious quests we blaze through in our dreams. Déjà vu is an experience in reverse, it seems. 

If life is a sequence of events all circumstantially leading to this destined “big finale”, déjà vu is the slow-motioned view of a single frame on that physical cycle through this dimension- and we can barely recall it from memory.  Existence is funny that way.

I have come to understand over my years here on this earth that nothing is a coincidence and everything is intentional. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

As much as a person is a sum of their experiences, our interactions with and toward others sums up our disposition in life- our karma, if you will.  All the ebbs and flows of life are chain-reactions of previous efforts and miniscule actions.  Every small motion we make causes waves and all the tiny actions we take pave a path for us like small cobblestones.

Karmatic response is how nature operates.  The way a slow trickle of water down a mountain can birth a great river is how life is about build-up and release.  Accumulation and dispersal.  Inhale and exhale.  Déjà vu- however- is a disruption and a magnification of the current perspective; it’s a moment of introspection and confusing reflection.  It can be jarring yet enlightening to feel like you’ve been in that moment before- as if it’s a hint at an existence of something bigger than you.

The film The Butterfly Effect portrayed how a sequence of one’s subjective events can be observed objectively and looped using a theory vaguely kindred to mine.  In it, the protagonist discovers how to manipulate the outcomes of his life’s events by mentally retreating to those times: to tweak his original responses in certain moments to in turn, change the outcomes.  This led to disaster. 

Similarly, feelings of resentment and regret can lead us to wish for do-overs and repeats but, like in the movie- even when déjà vu grants this to us, we likely will affect all the small traits, cues, and original memories to the point of dissatisfaction.  Thus- repeating the cycle of discontent.

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