This comes from a story from the Indian scriptures, commenting on the way in which most of the people in the world live their lives -" They are born, and do some work in between eating times and die one day through disease or distress. Can't we do something better?"
The end of each and every passing day comes with the realization that I'm doing nothing better. I wonder if its only me or if everyone reels under this sense of discontentment or if they have discovered their ultimate source of contentment, or if they are living under the illusion of leading fulfilled lives or if its me who's living under the illusion of having a higher purpose to my existence which in reality doesn't exist, or if others were thinking about what they are doing at all...
Its the kind of feeling of having too many things going through my head- people, school, places, novels, movies, a million ideas, notions, which deprive me of even a moment of true silence.
I often wonder what I would have been if not exposed to these things, of what is the human mind like in its most basic and truest form, sans any prejudices, any influences; a mind that would know and learn through observation and experience...
I can only desire, without knowing how to achieve, a moment of clarity, a state of complete disillusionment...and this desire without knowing for sure if its not a fallacy that I seek..
1 comment:
true hai...all i can suggest is that one shud start observing the activities with a neutral and analytical approach to find out the thing which really keeps one on...something which one can do repeatedly for long hours without feeling any weariness, boredom and pressure. That according to me is probably one way of finding out where our real inclination lies and doing that may possibly help one to live life and not simply scouring meals and arranging meals. chalo...happy new year and best of luck !!
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