I feel like I am playing an extended version of the popular playground game. It was fun playing when I was a kid, but seems to be a drag as an adult. Especially when life takes you in circles even after you are dizzy and tired and want to stop. I feel like a hamster running on the wheel. The cage changes, the size of the wheel changes and sometimes even the scenery changes but it still about running on the wheel and actually going nowhere.
I suppose this is what the Hindu wise men called Maya. The illusion we carry that we are going somewhere, whereas the only true goal to life is death. We make choices, feel happy, sad, excited and morose about a life that walks a road that leads nowhere. I suppose like all the wisemen say life is about the journey and not the destination. It’s about living each moment because we will not encounter it again. Its about living as you want to live very moment of life because you will not get a second chance and about knowing nothing really matters because once you are gone all your deeds are gone too.
I suppose that’s why its better to draw your own conclusions on the good, bad and ugly of life than follow the paths set by the society. At the least when you near death you can look back at life and laugh at it for not fooling you with its transience. We are so involved with ourselves that we don’t realize that we are just one in six billion human beings inhabiting earth and billions of other organisms. Plus we are just a drop in the ocean given the age of the solar system and even our own dear Earth. Yet we think we are important in the history of time and suppose quite vainly that we can change things and that the universe has nothing better to do than listen to us. Reminds me of the king who tried to stop the waves. How egoist and self-centered can we be? Yet we trudge through life searching for meaning in a meaningless journey.
Like the rhyme goes,
Ringa Ringa roses
Pocket full of posies
Husha Husha
We all fall down
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