ما وجه الشبه بين أن يعيش البعض أسير الجغرافيا أو أسير الماضي؟ الجواب: وجه الشبه أنّ كليهما منفصل عن العالم، ومتقوقع في حالة انغلاق على المستقبل بالنسبة لأسير الماضي. وأما أسير الجغرافيا فهو أسير المكان، الذي يجعله بالتبعية أسير الزمان. عقارب الزمن تدور للأمام لا تلتفت إلى الوراء. كل شيء يتغير وإن بدا ساكناً لأن الحركة أحد القوانين الأساسية للطبيعة، وهي -بلا شك- أحد المبادئ الأساسية التي يقوم عليها فهمنا للطبيعة والفيزياء. الكون في حركة دائمة على مستوى المجرات التي تتحرك؛ النجوم التي تدور، والكواكب التي تدور حول النجوم، والأقمار التي تدور حول الكواكب. السكون التام غير موجود في الكون. يقول الفيلسوف هيراقليطس «لا تستطيع أن تخطو في النهر نفسه مرتين»، مؤكداً أن التغير والحركة هما جوهر الوجود.
وتستمر عقارب الساعة في دورتها للأمام، لا تكترث بمن تخلّف في محطات الماضي، أو تجمّد عند حدود مكانه. فالحياة في جوهرها رحلة حركة وتغيّر مستمر، ومن يرفض هذه الحقيقة يجد نفسه غريباً في عالم لا يعترف بالسكون.
أسير الماضي يعيش في ذاكرة أصبحت أثراً بعد عين، يرفض أن يدرك أن اللحظة التي يحن إليها قد تحوّلت إلى ذكرى، بينما العالم من حوله يولد من جديد في كل نفس. هو كمن يقف على شاطئ البحر يحاول أن يمسك بأمواج رحلت إلى أعماق المحيط، غير مدرك أن أمواجاً جديدة تصل إلى قدميه في كل لحظة. انغلاقه على ما فات يحرمه من حاضر ممتد ومستقبل قادم، فيصبح كالطائر الذي يرفض مغادرة القفص بعد فتح بابه.
أما أسير الجغرافيا، فهو سجين حدود وهمية رسمها البشر على الخرائط، متوهماً أن السعادة تكمن في مكان آخر، أو أن نجاحه مقيد بحدود وطنه. ينسى أن العظماء الذين غيّروا العالم لم تمنعهم حدود الجغرافيا من توسيع آفاقهم، فالإنجاز الحقيقي ينتقل عبر القارات بلا حاجة إلى تأشيرة، والأفكار العظيمة تعبر المحيطات دون قوارب. هو كمن يملك كنزاً ثميناً لكنه يصر على الجلوس في زاوية مظلمة منه، شاكياً ضيق المساحة.
والحقيقة التي تغيب عن كليهما هي أن التغيير ليس تهديداً، بل هو ضمانة الحياة. فالنهر لا يتوقف عن الجريان خوفاً من منعطف مجهول، والبذرة لا تتردد في التحول إلى شجرة رغم ظلمة التراب. المقاومة الوحيدة للجمود هي الحركة، والتحدي الحقيقي ليس في التغيير نفسه، بل في قدرتنا على التكيف معه والاستفادة منه.
في النهاية، نحن لا نملك خيار إيقاف عجلة الزمن، لكننا نملك خيار كيفية ركوبها. إما أن نكون ركاباً سلبيين ننظر من النافذة إلى مشاهد تمر بلا معنى، أو أن نكون سائقين يمسكون بمقود رحلتهم، يحددون وجهتهم ويستمتعون بالطريق. الحياة ليست انتظاراً لعودة الماضي، ولا حلماً بمستقبل بعيد، بل هي فن العيش في اللحظة الحاضرة بكل وعي وامتنان.
فكما أن عقارب الساعة لا تعود إلى الوراء، لن تعود أي لحظة مضت. لكن كل دقيقة جديدة تمثل فرصة لبداية مختلفة، وصفحة نظيفة في كتاب حياتنا. الماضي قد يكون مدرسة نتعلم منها، لكنه ليس سجناً يجب أن نحبس أنفسنا فيه. والمستقبل قد يكون حلماً نعمل من أجله، لكنه ليس هروباً من واقعنا. الفيصل هو كيف نعيش حاضرنا بكل ما فيه من تحديات وفرص، وكيف نصنع من رحلتنا قصة تستحق أن تروى.
تابع قناة عكاظ على الواتساب
What is the similarity between living as a prisoner of geography or a prisoner of the past? The answer: the similarity is that both are detached from the world and are enclosed in a state of closure regarding the future for the prisoner of the past. As for the prisoner of geography, he is a prisoner of place, which consequently makes him a prisoner of time. The hands of time move forward and do not look back. Everything changes, even if it seems still, because movement is one of the fundamental laws of nature, and it is undoubtedly one of the basic principles upon which our understanding of nature and physics is built. The universe is in constant motion at the level of galaxies that move; stars that rotate, planets that orbit stars, and moons that orbit planets. Complete stillness does not exist in the universe. The philosopher Heraclitus said, "You cannot step into the same river twice," affirming that change and movement are the essence of existence.
The hands of the clock continue their forward rotation, indifferent to those who lag behind at the stations of the past or freeze at the limits of their place. Life, in its essence, is a journey of continuous movement and change, and those who reject this truth find themselves strangers in a world that does not recognize stillness.
The prisoner of the past lives in a memory that has become a relic, refusing to realize that the moment he longs for has turned into a memory, while the world around him is reborn with every breath. He is like someone standing on the shore of the sea trying to grasp waves that have traveled to the depths of the ocean, unaware that new waves are reaching his feet at every moment. His closure to what has passed deprives him of an extended present and an incoming future, making him like a bird that refuses to leave its cage after its door has been opened.
As for the prisoner of geography, he is a prisoner of imaginary borders drawn by humans on maps, deluding himself that happiness lies elsewhere or that his success is confined by the borders of his homeland. He forgets that the great ones who changed the world were not hindered by geographical boundaries from expanding their horizons, for true achievement crosses continents without the need for a visa, and great ideas traverse oceans without boats. He is like someone who possesses a precious treasure but insists on sitting in a dark corner of it, complaining about the narrow space.
The truth that eludes both is that change is not a threat; rather, it is a guarantee of life. The river does not stop flowing out of fear of an unknown bend, and the seed does not hesitate to transform into a tree despite the darkness of the soil. The only resistance to stagnation is movement, and the real challenge is not in the change itself, but in our ability to adapt to it and benefit from it.
In the end, we do not have the option to stop the wheel of time, but we do have the option of how to ride it. We can either be passive passengers looking out the window at scenes passing by without meaning, or we can be drivers holding the steering wheel of our journey, determining our destination and enjoying the road. Life is not waiting for the return of the past, nor is it dreaming of a distant future; rather, it is the art of living in the present moment with full awareness and gratitude.
Just as the hands of the clock do not move backward, no moment that has passed will return. But every new minute represents an opportunity for a different beginning, a clean page in the book of our lives. The past may be a school from which we learn, but it is not a prison in which we must confine ourselves. The future may be a dream we work towards, but it is not an escape from our reality. The key is how we live our present with all its challenges and opportunities, and how we make our journey a story worth telling.
The hands of the clock continue their forward rotation, indifferent to those who lag behind at the stations of the past or freeze at the limits of their place. Life, in its essence, is a journey of continuous movement and change, and those who reject this truth find themselves strangers in a world that does not recognize stillness.
The prisoner of the past lives in a memory that has become a relic, refusing to realize that the moment he longs for has turned into a memory, while the world around him is reborn with every breath. He is like someone standing on the shore of the sea trying to grasp waves that have traveled to the depths of the ocean, unaware that new waves are reaching his feet at every moment. His closure to what has passed deprives him of an extended present and an incoming future, making him like a bird that refuses to leave its cage after its door has been opened.
As for the prisoner of geography, he is a prisoner of imaginary borders drawn by humans on maps, deluding himself that happiness lies elsewhere or that his success is confined by the borders of his homeland. He forgets that the great ones who changed the world were not hindered by geographical boundaries from expanding their horizons, for true achievement crosses continents without the need for a visa, and great ideas traverse oceans without boats. He is like someone who possesses a precious treasure but insists on sitting in a dark corner of it, complaining about the narrow space.
The truth that eludes both is that change is not a threat; rather, it is a guarantee of life. The river does not stop flowing out of fear of an unknown bend, and the seed does not hesitate to transform into a tree despite the darkness of the soil. The only resistance to stagnation is movement, and the real challenge is not in the change itself, but in our ability to adapt to it and benefit from it.
In the end, we do not have the option to stop the wheel of time, but we do have the option of how to ride it. We can either be passive passengers looking out the window at scenes passing by without meaning, or we can be drivers holding the steering wheel of our journey, determining our destination and enjoying the road. Life is not waiting for the return of the past, nor is it dreaming of a distant future; rather, it is the art of living in the present moment with full awareness and gratitude.
Just as the hands of the clock do not move backward, no moment that has passed will return. But every new minute represents an opportunity for a different beginning, a clean page in the book of our lives. The past may be a school from which we learn, but it is not a prison in which we must confine ourselves. The future may be a dream we work towards, but it is not an escape from our reality. The key is how we live our present with all its challenges and opportunities, and how we make our journey a story worth telling.


