Walk with me...

I’ve always imagined that success would come in many different forms. What measures success is really a question that would generate answers from different perspectives. The thing is, society’s education and expectation on a person’s success is very much material.

In which case, hard work which results in financial power may necessarily proof to be too great a price to have paid or too little accomplished. In the big and broader map of chasing the dream, we may well have forgotten what’s really important and what really matters.

Could humanity understand the need that there is no need for money to survive? That we are all a part of nature and not apart from it? That ultimately, what we are doing is really driving ourselves to extinction? Could we actually comprehend all these?

The larger picture can never be painted small enough for all to see.

I feel that human existence is only but temporary. There is so much dishonesty and meaningless struggle, that there seems to be really nothing much to look forward to in life. We may appear to show a cultivated culture, decent knowledge of science and medicine, and an understanding of social behaviour.

But I don’t think there would have been any difference in the way people understood life centuries ago, or their understanding of joy and happiness, for what it may have been, ours may be one of a degenerated form.

Everyday is an endurance race, everyday makes you want to search for something outside our levels of linear understanding.

There comes a point where we have to decide what’s important to us. But, most of us probably can’t really name priorities, not even until we age or become sane enough to do so and most of us would still be thinking of what should have been, the what ifs and the maybes. Doesn’t it make living so much more interesting?

A destination spoils the fun of the journey, but traveling in eternity may not be ideal. There must be some force tells us when to move on or when to stop.

So, I could be certain that there is the need for necessary evil, the need to supplement our understanding of happiness with a negated emotion. Not surprisingly, the real struggle lies within our own body and soul – our internal fight, eternally fought to allow us to choose, to respond, to function.

Our material ambition is but an ordinary sound that echoes with our every struggle. Our Will, our Compassion, our Optimism, is what makes this struggle more than just survival; it gives us a fresh start everyday, a new beginning every sunrise.