I’m not exactly sure how a realization comes about, but it would seem as though it’s an instantaneous occurrence — that one moment we lack realization and not a moment later, we come to a realization. But this idea that something formed from nothing, that it just spontaneously materialized, really defies the laws of physics, for nothing — neither matter nor energy — can be created or destroyed. Instead, matter, energy, and therefore, consciousness must follow these laws, as well. The act of realization must constantly and imperceptibly be occurring as our synapses fire.
The other day, regardless of how or why, I had a realization.
It all just kind of hit me at once. I looked around and saw all of these people, a building, the couch beneath me, the computer in front of me, and faces of all these small children who were now under the careful watch of my co-teacher and me. This reality that I was now a part of was a mere figment of my imagination six months ago: it was an anticipation, a mere hypothetical. But at that moment it was a reality. It had become reality.
And it’s tempting to say that it came from nothing — that it just appeared, but that’s not the case. While it may seem that it was nothing, it can all be infinitely traced backwards to points where it might seem like it began. But even supposed beginnings have a series of inciting incidents that led to it in the first place.
And I think within that idea lies hope.
If nothing comes from nothing — and if everything comes from something — then there’s always something else we can do or try, there is always a place where we can meet a child, and there is always a glimmer of hope, even when it feels without.