Answering the questions…..

What is life? A question or an answer to a question? To those who believe in reincarnation, perhaps the latter, for one would come back to experience life only if one has found something wanting in one’s previous life/lives. And in truth, what indeed is life all about?

Is it the sweet feeling of togetherness and bonding with one’s loved ones, the warmth of love and affection, feeling secure in the arms of the one you care for the most and in turn holding him/her in your arms, or is it something else? Is life about grief, about the salty tears that splash down when it hurts, the sudden choked voice when one wants to cry out and no voice comes out? Is it about deception, about not being what the world sees you to do, about wearing different masks for different people, and never knowing who one really is? Or is it about just living life, one moment at a time, one breath, one heartbeat at a time?

For me, and I truly believe in this, life is a medley of all this and much more. To be happy without ever having experienced grief is to never truly realize the value of that joy, of that bliss. On the other hand, to have always been in the downs, to never have felt the warmth of affection, would make one so very pessimistic and so very dead. Can one truly appreciate the value of trust and belief when one has never been betrayed? So to enjoy a positive, one must suffer a negative, if just for a brief moment.

Sometimes, life must be lived alone, without anyone beside you. You could be surrounded by countless people, and yet be alone in your solitude. You don’t need books, or music, or someone special to lose yourself.
Just think of yourself as a raindrop, released from the dark, grey clouds. This drop is destined to reach the ground and then be consumed by the parched earth, and yet it never thinks, or rather it cannot think of ever stopping its descent, of ever turning back towards whence it came. It is surrounded by its brethren, so many like itself, and yet it falls alone. It can only see itself in them, a pale reflection of its soul in their eyes. There is a spot on the earth given to it to fall upon, a soul to enliven, and a heart to bring joy to.
Be like that raindrop; do what you must, bring joy to all whom you can, and leave the rest to the Fates. They will not betray your trust in them.

What is life? Grains of sand, slowly but steadily, slipping from our grasp until such time that our hands would be left empty to show us that our time on this earth is over? Or the tranquil flow of the waters of a river, coursing towards some faraway ocean, never bothering to turn back and look at what she leaves behind? Is it the soft light of the moon, resplendent and glorious in all her beauty?

Perhaps we are living in an illusion, from which we do not wish to wake up. We wish to deny ourselves the realization that we are really dreaming, and all that we believe to be true will just vanish when our eyes open. There are so many things that we believe ourselves to have lost, scarcely realizing that it is hardly possible to lose something that one never had in the first place. Love, affection, and time are not things that one can ever hold back. And yet, we say that we lost them, due to either our negligence or our apathy, as the case may be. Maybe we lose the opportunity to do things our way, but regrets are all that remain.

Those few who read this blog on a somewhat regular basis would be puzzled as to why I have chosen this topic. I know not. Call me possessed, or disturbed, but when the heart commands, the mind must bow to its diktats.