What is it to live.
What is that one thing that is so satisfying that the need to live enough is satisfied.
Is your life yours. Or is it governed to be by what people perceive
Or from womb to Tomb we do actually live for others.
If life was what was a derivative of the choices you make and that is dependent of expectations of what others want from you.
Here the definition of others also needs revisiting.
May be.
If they are others then why are we putting them under our priority at the first place.
If they are ours then the fact is proved.
A man does it for others.
Everyone does it for others.
Who is everyone.
Who are others.
When is love enough.
When are the parents old enough to slip out of priority.
Where is the struggle stemming from.
Who is resisting who.
Yourself?
For what.
Do we need things to keep ourselves engaged in some kind of phenomenon so as to enable us to be feeling lively enough?
Is that the reason I remind myself of the times of elation and sadness just to relate if I am still capable of feeling the same epitomes of emotions that prevailed in my yesterdays?
This smells dramatic
All of it.
Not because only i am doing it or may be you can relate to it in a certain sense that you too are doing it .
But because after knowing that its my patterns that are repeating themselves,What am I doing as a more aware person.
Going Turkey didnt work out for me.
I tried to be passive to every thought that came later only to realise that wouldn’t lead me anywhere if I was to only speak of ultimate liberation.
Then the reasons to be excited were sought. Only with something to look forward are you driven.
A certain effort leads to a certain outcome.
Though I am still contemplating so as to what would be the right approach but for the time being the one I am following and that seems to work out to satiating level is the I shall reveal to you.
The theory was easy.
Imagine youre sitting in the space as an observer with indefinite capacity of zooming in.
In time, you see a meteorite heading towards earth and given the powers you have you know exactly where is it going to hit the surface.
You zoom in . There are kids , there are oldies , women, beautiful girls that you find difficult to take your eyes off, busy doing their lashes and clicking selfies.
The Observer sees it all. And in that , lies his fault.
Why would you face the Obvious.
You know exactly after X period of time, with the present speed, this meteorite is going to wash that place away.
Two kids fight for a toy. The friend of yours in that city is having just another day at work. His wife calling names to him for not commenting on the latest pic of her on Instagram
Clearing the Cheques, Someone gets fired and cries in a corner.
Oh wait, the meteorite.
Wtf ! Only if they knew that this is it. They had only a few hours or maybe a few days to be in that mortal form of who they are.
Even if there be rebirths then the only time they were going to have this special set of friends and family.
The Observer mourns the site. Not because Obvious isn’t obvious. not only because of that.
But because if it was you, you would’ve met all your friends. Watered all your plants another time.
Gave all the hugs that have been pending since long.
Told someone that you loved them secretly.
Travelled a little.
Loved your family and dog and told them how much you loved them.
What ever might be your bucket list, if you had two days in your hand.
Or two weeks of life.
Or two months of life.
Or two years of life.
Twenty?
A Lifetime?
What’s that? An Indescribably Varying duration subjected to circumstances.
Are we Postponing to be happier tomorrow?
The observer still stands.
The one who sees all and knows some.
If the obvious is Obvious, What are we doing.
May be there’s still some time left.
But the meteorite is going to hit sooner or later for sure.
The clock is ticking my friend.