Why do we always end up assuming that there is a purpose in life? That there is a driving force which is taking us 'there'. That we will be 'there' one day and so it is worthwhile to bear with pain and with happiness. We try to look beyond grief and joy realizing that it would all pass. And we endlessly struggle with emotions, winning sometimes but usually losing it to them.
What if joy, grief, happiness, sadness, education, religion, job, kids, marriage, spouse, house, work, internet and everything else that keeps us preoccupied are just designed/invented/created to keep us from realizing that there is no purpose of life. That there is nothing called as 'meaningful existence'. That there is no driving force and it is taking us nowhere. That we are just a dot in the world.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Show me the light
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
The Spirit of Rocky
The scene from the movie "Rocky" where he runs up Art Museum's stairs relives itself a thousand times everyday. A few passionately run up the stairs, throw their fists in the sky and jump whereas some consciously walk up and lift their fists halfway towards the sky and bring them down before any one could notice.
It does not matter how one is performing the sequence, but the steps are a reminder of that one time when you struggled real hard but still stuck it out to it. The spirit of Rocky lives on.
Streets of Philadelphia
There is a striking contrast between streets of Philadelphia and streets of NYC. Irrespective of what day of the week it is, folks in NYC always seem to be living in some sort of urgency and still somehow manage to be completely ignorant about it.
Philadelphia resembles a biker on an open road in Arizona. Philadelphia is the city of free spirits.
