Nothing resembles life as much as life itself and nothing
inspires you to live (not just exist) as much as the death does. As soon as you
start realizing that with every passing second is getting you a bit closer to
the end, you start making choices more carefully.
Whenever you pass under a bridge and it does not fall over you,
you walk on the road and a speeding car passes almost touching you, a flight
you didn’t board, a plan you didn’t make and it pans out into a change of perspective.
Suddenly the life becomes celebrated.
Just a moment ago you were complaining about the pain of being
alive. You hated the monotony of breathing and fighting for silly things. At
some point of time a thought passes through your mind if it is worth living.
Some top view at life gives u a perception that the life is following a certain
pattern, going through a vicious cycle and ends at nowhere.
Somewhere deep down, count yourself as someone who is going to
live till eternity. Things you sought for all your life will start seeming
insignificant. You start feeling suffocated as if you have been tangled in the
many unimportant knots of relationship, love, wish, achievements, pleasure,
pain & countless other things.
You start looking for a purpose, a "RIGHT PATH", probably to make rest of your life meaningful.
You just go nowhere and start finding in your routine everything that existed
around you and you end up with nothing.
All the efforts to untangle it lead to knots getting somewhat more
tightly tied and you getting much more helpless. And then, BANG! You suddenly looked at the uglier side of something you
just can’t experience, you need to be alive to experience something and you
just get enlightened.
The priorities shatter just like a house of cards. You consider it
as an opportunity to live more and probably more carefully, making every
passing moment count. When you start looking at things in a way as if
probably this is the last time you are meeting a person, experiencing something
silly for the one last time, the life suddenly finds its meaning.
You suddenly find a flavor of life in all the disappointments, all
the losses, all comparatively longer moments of agony and wrath. But as much as
you think, as much as you try harder you start slipping into the same illusion
surrounded by some more strangers, equally puzzled.
Then the difference between you and an insect caught in the spider’s
web starts vanishing and you keep wondering if you had been the spider in this
web called world, caught and lying still in the web enjoying all its beauty without
paying the price of freedom.
The REAL freedom may be achieved only through MOKSHA or NIRVANA!
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