Thursday, June 23, 2005
Life
As the famous Linkin Park song titled, "In the End" goes ..
" I tried so hard, and got this far .. In the end, it doesn't even matter...! "
I am here, today, right now. I am here, tomorrow. Who knows what's in store tomorrow for any one of us, even to the point, if tomorrow exists et al!?
Each and every one of us, are living and wroking and lets say, are busy. We are doing, what we are doing, but what are we doing this for? One day, all this will be over. Life will be over from the form that we know of, to something that is unknown and is known as Death.
So basically, all I have is Life, in these couple of years, and then one day, it will be all over, and I'd be gone forever. Gone in such a manner, as never to return back, Ever! Not in one year, not in one hundred years, and not in a zillion years. What happens to Earth and life, I won't be here. And I would be gone. Over and out, forever.
And one by one, all of us, everything would be gone, and would be gone forever and ever. We don't know if Life somewhere else exists. Even if it does, we are a done deal. We finish. Earth finishes. And one fine day, there is nothing. And I mean there is NOTHING. No one waking up or sleeping or something. No birds, no trees, no humans, no species, no plants, no nothing et al.
Whether what we have will ever come again, I do not know. Whether what all we have, will come back again sometime, I do not know. Nor do I think anyone other than the creater of this Life form has this answer.
We are running and running and running, trying to please others, trying to make everyone happy. When do we have time for ourselves. When do we do, what we / I as an individual wants to do? This is MY Life, my very own. Just like everyone else's, I have a right to live my life, the way I want. Why work under someone and deal with all the crap? Tomorrow, I'm going to be gone, forever. And if that is going to happen, why am I waisting these very precious moments of my life, not doing what I want to do, and doing what others expect out of me. Why am I doing so? And if I look around, its not just me, its everyone. What are we doing? We are just busy into whatever we are doing and life is moving on towards an end, towards may be a new beginning, which is unknown, but it is a definite end of me, my conciousness, my being, my presence, my individuality.
" I tried so hard, and got this far .. In the end, it doesn't even matter...! "
I am here, today, right now. I am here, tomorrow. Who knows what's in store tomorrow for any one of us, even to the point, if tomorrow exists et al!?
Each and every one of us, are living and wroking and lets say, are busy. We are doing, what we are doing, but what are we doing this for? One day, all this will be over. Life will be over from the form that we know of, to something that is unknown and is known as Death.
So basically, all I have is Life, in these couple of years, and then one day, it will be all over, and I'd be gone forever. Gone in such a manner, as never to return back, Ever! Not in one year, not in one hundred years, and not in a zillion years. What happens to Earth and life, I won't be here. And I would be gone. Over and out, forever.
And one by one, all of us, everything would be gone, and would be gone forever and ever. We don't know if Life somewhere else exists. Even if it does, we are a done deal. We finish. Earth finishes. And one fine day, there is nothing. And I mean there is NOTHING. No one waking up or sleeping or something. No birds, no trees, no humans, no species, no plants, no nothing et al.
Whether what we have will ever come again, I do not know. Whether what all we have, will come back again sometime, I do not know. Nor do I think anyone other than the creater of this Life form has this answer.
We are running and running and running, trying to please others, trying to make everyone happy. When do we have time for ourselves. When do we do, what we / I as an individual wants to do? This is MY Life, my very own. Just like everyone else's, I have a right to live my life, the way I want. Why work under someone and deal with all the crap? Tomorrow, I'm going to be gone, forever. And if that is going to happen, why am I waisting these very precious moments of my life, not doing what I want to do, and doing what others expect out of me. Why am I doing so? And if I look around, its not just me, its everyone. What are we doing? We are just busy into whatever we are doing and life is moving on towards an end, towards may be a new beginning, which is unknown, but it is a definite end of me, my conciousness, my being, my presence, my individuality.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
???
The days are just passing by, and I’m just loosing the time. There is no destination, but I’m still running. There is nowhere to reach, but I’m still running, hoping to be able to put an end to the run, by being able to be somewhere. And that somewhere is nowhere, but right here. Its funny how life is and how we, humans have made it as. Thousands of years back, the civilization was still there, infact, even before the civilization came into being, we were living, and we were living more freely, for long, and without any tension. There were no words, there were no goals, there was nowhere to go, there was nowhere to be. The only place to be was where we were. Things then changed, and we complicated things first, and then now, we’re trying to solve those mysteries. Who knows where we came from, what we are here for, where we need to be at, what we need to do, where do we need to go. Who knows answers to all these! And that becomes another question. All we do is ask questions, and try to get answers to those. And in all that question answer, we forget BEING. Being in the moment we have, being what we are here for. We’re just asking questions, finding answers, creating mysteries, and solving mysteries, discovering and inventing. But, the birds, the trees, plants, and other species, other than trying to save themselves from our cruel intentions, are just BEING in the moment, and living and enjoying their lives. What is it that we had, and we lost? What is it that we want, and we don’t have? Where is it that we want to go, and where is it that we’re coming from? What is our goal? Where is our destination? Why are we here? What are we here for? Is there an end? Is there an answer to these?
