Life maifests itself in so many different ways. Sometimes when I look at it, I feel there is a certain basic premise about life which is universal, but sometimes the very same life looks devoid of any premise. Sometimes it feels like life is a quest which starts off from confusion and pointlessness and gradually matures into a journey for perfection. Some people tell me life is a walk towards death and that the people we meet are all our co- walkers to death who sometimes walk along us, sometimes ahead of us and sometimes away from us.
But most of the times, it occurs to me that life is perspective.Each time I see someone misunderstand life to be a search for pleasure or quick money or fame, I stop to think and wonder what the exact purpose of human life is. To some its about making the most of opportunities,to some others it is a silent and unnoticed walk into self knowledge while to a few others its just about following the majority.
I kept wondering and pondering all these years about who among us understands what life is, in the real sense of the term and in the right way that it is meant to be understood and lived.Now, I guess I have a seemingly convincing answer - Life is understood in its real sense by those who drift away to dreams.
Those people who the others think are probably insane are the ones who actually know life. The ones who know the secret of the rains, those who stop to smell the wet mud, those who shed a silent tear at the sight of a dead stray dog,the people who while returning from work look at their fellow passengers in the bus and think about the purpose of all the struggles they endure,those who stare out of their windows and hope to see a bird fly across the sky, those who wait for love, those who like oblivion, those who experience an indescribebale happiness after having read a beautiful book, those who sit mesmerised by the tunes of a lovely song...... Those people who keep thinking about the arrangement of their lives and its relationship with the greater design of the universe know that life is the small things that make men laugh like kids. They know the world is unfair but they also know there is no solution. They know they need money to survive but they also understand that there are a lot of things that money can't buy.Each time they read about riots in newspapers,their hearts sink into an unbearable pain of helplessness. They wish they could alter the mercilessness of life but they try to find happiness in their own parallel world within themselves.They may look idealistic and unsuccessful to the rest of the world but it is they who feel closer to nature and closer to their creator and hence, the secret of life is passed onto them in its true sense.It is in fact the light of the goodness in these countable few that guides and preserves the world itself.
All that the world wants to hear is about success stories and nobody really bothers about why they were even born. In fact the world dosent give anyone the time to think because all we do is run for life. And the strangest part is that we run for life without knowing what life is! If only people took a minute off to sit back and think about what life is and how beautiful it is from the angle of the dreamers,the so- called unsuccessful,impractical losers!
