A fairly intelligent person asked me today what my tagline meant. When I told that person what it meant, I was asked as to which language it was in. Why it took the person so long to figure out is tells us a lot about the kind of stupid place that stifles our senses we wake up in everyday. It seems only fair enough that there are people with guns who want to shoot at people with and without guns walking on this planet. Come to think of it, I visualise doing that quite often.
Every human is just that – human. Like every lion is a lion, every amoeba an amoeba and everything is everything and not any other thing. All the things sentient or otherwise have one thing in common – lack of choice. I am certain that none of us were asked for permission before being unceremoniously dumped into the world with a muscle spasm.
Adding further injury, we gradually degrade into adults only to find that the rules are set in opposition. We are asked not to do things we are meant to do. We are given canines and we are asked by people in skimpy clothes holding chihuahuas not to eat meat. We are asked to be considerate on the road and to go for the jugular in a competition. What does this mean? I help a person on the road only so that I can curse him and taint him with having a sexual relation with his mother when I am running around a field with half of my trousers missing and kicking around a piece of leather filled with air?
We are also told right from the time we are kids that money is not the key to happiness. What they refuse is tell is what the actual key is and where in the name of this contorted bloody universe we are supposed to find it. Or even if there is indeed a key, and if anyone at any point had found it. If there is indeed a key, and if we are indeed born to be happy, why are we not born with a key hanging around our necks like we are with limbs hanging around our torso?
We are also told that Alva Edison invented the light bulb, we are in another session told that god made light. When I write the answer as god in my science exam I am laughed at and when I say Alva Edison in the theology class I am again laughed at. I can only surmise that god and Edison must have an issue to settle.
Seeing, they say, is believing. Not even my mother would believe me if I had told her that I had an invisible alien friend. But the whole world, with my mother in it, would try very hard to believe it if I told them I spoke to god. This only leads me to believe that there is a heaven and there is a god, but there is no outer space. This is another existential question, if there is no outer space, where are we? In inner space?
Most of the population is right handed but most of the world writes from left to right. A clear indication of the masochistic tendencies that we are forced into.
No wonder there are all these people who have been holding on to their sanity are trying to get rid of all those who have let it go.
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Forced choices – though they don’t happen all the time; eventually we do manage to break the cast people try and set us into. Consciously or unconsciously, everyone is trying to tell us how to survive best – though sometimes these ‘everyone’ get confused if surviving best is equivalent to surviving right or if you delve even deeper into the question – should survival be about right/wrong at all? Survival and being who you are so subjective but what is sad is this classification into right and wrong. Not only is it restricting free thoughts but in a way it is taking away our risk taking abilities too. Tomorrow as a parent, we will tell our kids too – what is wrong and right.
About the key – Isn’t the pursuit so much better than knowing where exactly to find a certain something you think you will value. Who valued a certain something if they got it too easily
Even a man/woman values the other person if they play hard to get (a fact!). So maybe you would have people telling you where you will not find out – and just maybe you are one of those who will still go down the same path a 100 others went on…and find it! The joys of discovery…and the frustrations of failure when that discovery is evasive.
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