Sometimes I feel I have nothing to write, nothing new to tell, in fact I am reminded of Shakespeare's "Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing" How can I write about something that means well nothing at the end of the day, or even during the day ? Before being dragged into the debate that such is life and one must be ready to live through this, I object and my objection should be sustained.
My first argument to this point is that I never wanted life, You know what I mean. I had never requested for it. Here I am born, Bam ! There was no petition, no request, no entreaty, I was brought to this earth without my consent and now I am given lectures to put up with this. How absurd and twisted logic can that be ? So if I am not ready to brave it, I think I have a point. One can draw parallel of my predicament with the tragedy of a child who is made to study and write exams for papers he never registered for by himself !
My second cent on this, I think Pain is over-glorified All those romanticizing pain should remember that if given a chance they would abandon pain without batting an eyelid, if given a chance to live simply and happily, they would. So the convoluted logic of experiencing both the ends, humility and et al is nothing but product of ordinary minds being thrust upon the entire mankind, pretty much in the similar way television ads are forced upon us in between the over breaks during the game of cricket. The point is that I don't want to know what the hell is pain. In fact all I want to know is just one state of life, only one condition, eternal and ephemeral, one that is fulfilling and satisfying, one that never changes just due to the vile intention of teaching me a lesson.
Lastly on the matter of death. I don't want to die, like most of us , I want to live forever like a young man, but this is asking too much from God, someone who has enjoyed immortality and eternity. Talk of selflessness and sacrifice, why are they only applied to us, poor mere mortals, brittle and fickle, time bound and age-restricted ? I guess someone enjoys our ageing and death, someone who has watched all of us from up there in the sky but he won't reveal himself, because his existence rests on myth. Fact is that it is difficult to comprehend why he hasn't acted if he could have, well if he couldn't because he cannot then he is not GOD and if he couldn't though he could, then he is HUMAN, way too human to teach me a lesson all the
time.
A lot needs to be done, a lot needs to be said and a lot needs to be understood, I must change with the times, well so should God and his ways. For starters, lets have an entrance examination to usher into the Kingdom of Earth and by the way I hate exams...
