Known & Unknown

Life – perception in a set of situations, circumstances – grows on us and when we get conditioned, we don’t even come to know. We believe in our own story and everybody else’s story seems shallow. And in this terming, everybody else’s story as shallow, we ourselves turn shallower and shallower.

And the more shallow we become, the more refined we become in the eyes of society. The false sense of aggrandizement becomes our reality. We lose ourselves in our ambitions, our social service and our achievements. And by the time, we realise this, it is often too late. Nothing can be done.

The life goes on…… But does it? Everything happening has already happened a million of times since eternity. Every feeling, every emotion, every torture, every love, every hatred – has been lived by so many individuals before our time came. But it seems new. It seems as if nobody has loved the way we have loved or nobody has suffered the way we have suffered. Because, we get born with a clean slate and whatever is written on that becomes the ONLY reality for us. If it was not like that, there would have been lesser fights in this world. There would have been more love and peace in this world. But it has always been like that. It seems that things are changing, but nothing changes. The emotions of hurt, jealousy, anger last longer than that of love, compassion and generosity. And the world goes on like that. New teachings, new systems, new methods – all fail. They are destined to fail, because nobody questions.

We do not go deep in our thoughts. Why we think, the way we think? Why social acceptance is essential, why ambition is not frowned upon, why we are extremely violent despite worshipping animals and eating vegetables, why we are jealous of others?????????????????

So many whys – so many, no answers! Why the life seems bottomless? Why we get happy and sad? Why do we exist?

Friends, family, relatives – what do they mean in the long run? Why we don’t want the world to be happy? Why are we so insensitive towards people whom we don’t know? Is knowing everything? If I do not know anything, does it not, still exist? Then, why we insist for the things, we know. Why is unknown scary? Will I lose myself in the unknown or will the unknown mould me in something which I am afraid of becoming, as I feel comfortable in what I know?

But how much do I know? Hardly anything.

So, what do I do? Maybe, nothing. Sit idle and wait till the riddle takes care of itself.