In my moments of solitude like most bored minds I always use to question the meaning and motive of it all. In the random chaos of life what was I doing here. Why I am here or Who am I to begin with. What is the meaning of my existence and why I am running after this illusionary success. Even if I achieve My goals does it mean anything. My insignificance to this world was scary to say the least. I was almost lost in my questions and the whole thought of this indifferent universe to me, to human kind and to life in general was disturbing. I used to be a religious guy before I started understanding this all pervasive randomness of our existence. It is no more than a random accident that I was born and is writing this blog now. My theory of a planned life was destroyed by the sheer absence of any evidence to support my wishful thinking.
It was agonizing in the beginning but it slowly dawned on me that I was asking the wrong questions all this while. Meaning is a wrong adjective for life in a real sense. Suppose I ask " what is the color of dreams" . We will not be able to answer it as it is an absurd question. However in our individual capacity we can add color to our dreams and meaning to the life. We can add whatever meaning and whatever significance we want to add to our life.
I realized that it was not destination but the journey itself that was important. I was not going to do anything after my life but within it. Life is an end in itself. There is nothing required after it and the sheer experience of it is significant beyond comparison. I am not insignificant nor is anyone else who has ever lived. We are lucky to be have lived and experienced this incomprehensible universe which gave us this momentary chance to look at and to be amazed by absurdity of it all.
Peace..
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