Life a stage

Life is a ‘stage’ on every platform.  
It is a stage of innocence, which is that of recklessness when you are a child. It is a stage of confusion, which is that of dreaded fear when you are in adolescence. It is also a stage of adventure, which is that of futility when you are a youth. It is yet again a stage of adjustment, which is that of rejection when you are middle aged. And, relentlessly, it is a stage of compassion and physical weakness, which is that of wisdom and forgetfulness when you are in old age. And when death comes it is that of never ending obligations to life itself. 

‘Now’ is an illusion

Past is a memory, future an anticipation and present ‘now’ an illusion. Illusion is a state of uncertainty between real and unreal. And man is living through a thin line of illusionary present; flooded with past memories and future hopes. He cannot earmark ‘the now’ in which he really exists on each moment.

Time, as a concept, is limited in defining ‘now’. Time is able to define ‘bygones’ as memories and ‘hereafter’ as expectations; but failed in defining ‘now’ in its essence.

‘Now’ is a vague concept.

It is like an unsuccessful attempt to draw a line on the surface of water while sitting on a moving boat. Boat is moving from past to future visiting the depleting ‘present’ in each moment. We cannot preserve ‘now’ in any form. Once bubbled up ‘now’ gets vaporized into ‘past’ or materialized into ‘future’.

May be, in other terms, ‘now’ is a ‘tail-end’ of past or an ‘umbilical-cord’ of a foetus future. It may be an extension of past or preface of future. But, yet, how are we going to define it?

As ‘now’ is a form of faith, faith in ‘now’ makes you immortal, say masters.

The ironical reel of life

Life’s reel runs in ironies. Irony is incongruity between what is expecting and what is really happening. The expectations are contributions of fictitious mind in-toto and the reality is in fact a concept since there is none to gauge its realness in absolute terms. Each real incident is conceived by each spectator in their own point of views. And so if point of views differs how could we hail a real incident as ‘real’?

In reality, nothing on this earth is real in its absoluteness.

We could call a real incident, like a person’s demise, as a ‘reality with some degree of absurdity’.  It is a reality because in worldly terms the person is ceased to exist and an ‘absurdity’ because it arises a question whether his physical death is death in its absoluteness.  

Ironically life could be called a ‘fiction’ stuck in between fragility of mind and susceptibility of body. Life is unreal if you look at it with a mirror of absolute reality and it is real if you look at it with a pseudo-mirror of doubtfulness and haste.

None are/were able to sort out its real ingredients; so life is an illusion, say the masters.

Point-of-view, or is it point-of-you?

Mind is opinionated. And it is nothing but a bundle of thoughts or views. Mind as a segmented skeleton is a failed institution, just because it is made up of dithering views striking one another to prove each other. And out of this unrest state, mind as a single unit is making opinions or point of views of all external objects or concepts.

Mind only knows the taste of pleasure and discomfort, not the ‘in-between’ state of equilibrium that is hiding, i.e. peace. As ‘peace’ is a resistive state, the mind not wants to remain restrained. Mind likes freedom, the freedom that will tend them to fall into the pitfalls of extremities.  

Mind has no mid-ways, but only point of views segregating into distances apart. The contradictory views fight each other to unsettle the rhythm of peace.

At many a time, your point of view on a subject varies and opposes one another sparkling entropies of hope and despair. It is a trick of mind, whose essence is ‘biased’, as always.

Think with your intellect and dissect the thinking process to ‘true’ and ‘false’ and then contemplate- say the masters.