I remember the time when our teacher in school used to present very beautiful definitions of life. Many of them used to be contrastive like “Life is struggle” and “Life is divine and beautiful”, but it was very difficult for the tender minds to analyze the truth behind the lines. Anyway, many accumulated ideas brought me to college and the introduction to logic and creative writing gave an absolutely new dimension to my thinking. I began to see the life in the light of Christianity, Hinduism, Buddhism, Islam, Marxism, and so on. But that was not all, the great writers and their writers had a very deep impact on my psyche.

Notwithstanding so many infused ideas and theories, I was always in search of something which could fairly satisfy me as to what life is or what life means. Having read more than 18000 books, including novels, I have come to a very strange and satisfying conclusion that I don’t know what life is. Yes, scientifically it can be called a process, and philosophically or spiritually it can be called a dream or journey but nothing substantial comes out.

If someone comes to ask me what life is, I will definitely tell that person to kindly visit me when I am on my death bed, with a few breaths remaining to inform him what my life has been or was. I am sure even at that time the definition of life will be very personal and biased and it will not fit everyone. My conclusion of life will be on the basis of my own experiences and if I try to add a few points it will be the addition of lies to the pure thought.

So now I can eloquently say that there can not be any generalization of the terms like “life”, “death”. “Joy”, “Sorrow”. etc. because they all are very personal experiences. I pity the wisdom of the writers of those thick volumes which are so ceremoniously and religiously read in religious places from where, with the help of the written lines, the contractors of religion pass the verdicts about life, sin, hell, heaven, joy, sorrow, piousness, sinfulness, and so on.

Leave me alone to be in life to further experience it very personally because I am not ready to decorate myself with the borrowed ideas which once were the experiences of others. Let me be. You might call me egoist, egotistic, proud, arrogant, but I am ready to accept these tags if I can reject the silly ideas of others about life and other abstract notions.

So, my friends, don’t seek outside: go inside and experience the life which you have been searching for. It is within you and you have been following the words of others. Words of Einstein and words of religious prophets are fundamentally different because the former carries logic and evidence and the latter group is based on unquestioned authority and fallacy.

May Existence bless you

Rajasir

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