The Zahir

According to the writer Jorge Luis Borges, the idea of the Zahir comes from Islamic tradition and is thought to have arisen at some point in the 18th century.

Zahir, in Arabic, means visible, present, incapable of going unnoticed. It is someone or something which, once we have come into contact with them or it, gradually occupies our every thought, until we can think of nothing else. This can be considered either a state of holiness or of madness
Faubourg Saint-Peres

I believe we all have the Zahir in our lives. But in one point or another, when we cannot fight the forces of nature from ever attaining the Zahir of our lives, we then sigh with resignation and accept defeat: more on the fact that life must go on. Life must have more to offer than the Zahir. Then the Zahir gradually fades in its power. From madness it becomes a memory, to a faint image, a bittersweet memory. We may remember it in time but prolonged absense makes it loose its power on us. Right now I have a particular Zahir that is just beginning to loose its hold. What I cannot understand is that why it still chooses to retain contact, even when all is a loss cause. Maybe God has other plans for me. But the times are not for me to know. I just have to live life one step at a time. And give myself fully to the present need.