"We are not here because we're free, we're here because we are not free. There is no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist." - Agent Smith
I* can't remember the last time I was really captivated by 'something^' or 'someone#' (Actually I kinda do remember but don't really want to bring it up here). I think I'm missing the feeling of thinking nothing 'else'. To have your mind fixated at a particular 'thing' or a particular 'one'. When everything else didn't bother me so much. When I didn't question myself so much. When happiness wasn't so costly (and didn't even require taking a cab to Worli). I'm digressing again.
When there was still hope for a 'perfect' something/someone/life. When the 'examination' papers were designed to be cracked. When cynicism hadn't crossed all boundaries. When time wasn't running out (at least from the looks of it). When getting up in the morning(/afternoon) was easier, there was a reason to smile while preparing for the day ahead, there was Purpose.
* I'm writing in first person as I'm not sure how lost others really are as they kinda do seem to have some sort of a plan.
^ Any goal, gadget, plan, accomplishment etc.
# Too obvious man!
To use a popular adage, ignorance is bliss.. as long as one thinks there is a higher purpose to life after all, everything's "perfect".. however misguided that thought might be.. when the mind has wondered - and wandered - it realizes the lack of such a purpose and becomes a cynic.
ReplyDeleteyou can either give up and say what's the point.. or take pleasure in the small victories life offers..
as a great man once said.. chhoti chhoti khushiyan.. ;)
'When cynicism hadn't crossed all boundaries'
ReplyDeletein sync you are, totally :)
trust me, we all have lost the purpose, 'somewhere' :)