Wednesday, March 6, 2019

The one inside us

Is not finding meaning in 'life' actually a way of finding it? Is life only a straitjacketed, monorail journey which we all take just to go from point A to B(and perhaps C)? Or is it just a web of experiences where achievers and losers criss-cross to shape each other, one indispensable to the other? Whose life is more valuable, the 'one' who guides us all, gives meaning to those As and Bs for generations? Why is it, that only a few can see and are willing to go on 'that' path, which the others cannot(or don't) see? What drives us when we have nothing left?  What breeds a lack of ambition and fuels complacency?  Why are 'systems' in us and around us always susceptible to fail? What breeds suffering? Why is utopia only an imagination? Cannot societies afford more change agents, the outliers, or only a limited ones have that responsibility? What allows us to not 'think'? Why cannot the journey to reach to ourselves pass through others? What is this thing that passes and makes us old? Why does it end, always? Why is life so short?


We start out as young, flexible minds and end up having our own rigid identities, defined by our work, our nature, our upbringings & our reactions. Freedom and the lack of it, both makes us who we are. The glare of life around us is such, that it creates 'us'.