You know, people, on general, are the worst things to get addicted to… they never stay…as a matter of fact, nothing has its permanence in the world… Even if it has, what purpose shall it serve? Above all, even we are not permanent…we are all a collective mass of transience. We are transitory and this world is shaped through our perceptions.
So that implies, even our perceptions about the world are momentary. With us, they too shall fleet away. May be, the perceptions of a few greats among us will remain…they might hold a somewhat firm ground through books, through literature, through handed down philosophies.
No matter how much we philosophize about life and its transience, about attachments and their futilities, we still can’t convince our mind that “we” actually doesn’t exist…its all “I” that is of paramount importance. I am not talking about being selfish…it’s the individual existence that counts… Only! People who we love or rely too much upon shall leave one day… Death is one of the reasons… there are several other reasons too…
Man is a social animal… He is gregarious in nature and he can’t live for long in isolation… But, is there any guarantee that if a man lives in association, he shall stay happier? Is there any validation? No, I suppose…
I have seen or heard about or read about men who hurt themselves equally when in association. There are attachments that man unknowingly forms and attachments do not always work in expected ways… They work unexpectedly ..
Unexpected things may not be always pleasant.
Why do we hold on to memories? Memories are the remains of something long dead…they are barely some redundant remnants of a whole that had its presence in the past. Clinging to memories is another futile activity that we subject ourselves to. However, can we live devoid of memories? Can we live entirely for “the present” and let the bygone things be matters of the oblivion? No, I suppose.
Unknowingly, there are some futile things that we do to impart meanings to our life. Sometimes, these insignificant things form the basic foundation of life. Does being “Pragmatic” always make sense? To see practically, is it always wise to be wise, to be prudent, to be pragmatic? Had it been so, we would have never clung to memories or held on to people who were deemed to leave us … But, we still do no matter how much pragmatism we may advocate.
“Blues and Melancholy” drove me to such a dismal stupor… I blabbered something that I have no idea about… I retched… I am relieved!
