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I am not a humble servant of humanity. I ll leave that to the philosophers. I live for myself, my dreams, my ambitions. I may live for my friends, my family too. But humanity? Forget it. Let humanity take care of itself.
Sometimes, looking at the larger scheme of things doesnt really help. In this case, it ll drive you crazy. Try to imagine - Your every action, every word, every breath - being dissected and evaluated for contribution to the world at last. Has a slight shade of red, don't you think? Red is not really my type. Red is the colour of the farmer's blood they say. I don't deny it. Come to think of it, its the colour of my blood too. But its still not my type.
Sometimes you need to stop thinking about the past, or the future. They aren't in your hands... seriously. Of course, since it was June yesterday and July today, and around midnight it was "June ponaal July katre', i can quote...
"Netre enbadhu kai il illai, Nalai enbadhu pai il illai"
For the lazy, i translate. The day gone by is not in your hands, The day to come is not either. Live the moment. Stop thinking about yesterday. Think less about tomorrow. Think more about the here, the now, the moment. Again, leave dissection of the timeline to those to whom it matters.
This is what i eat. This is what i breathe. This is my city. This is me. I can say it, yes. To claim I will retain my identity, regardless of my surroundings, is madness. For those who disagree, tell me first, what is your identity? I always thought of it as a relative term, something that identifies us from the sea of souls around us. But again, reasonable doubt... I cannot say, from the aforementioned qualities, that this is who i am. But maybe i try for too exact a definition. Maybe life is never exact. Chuck the maybe... Life is never exact. To borrow from The Great Book of Overused Cliches , the only thing that does not change, is change itself. That wraps the argument for me...
Where did i come from? Where will i go?
Maybe it doesnt matter. Right now, at this moment, this unique juncture of space and time, this is who i am. I am me.
Argument Closed, in the interest of general sanity.
P.S: This, in fact, is how my mind works... funny, na?
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