Crap

I know where i’m going. And i know that i’ll never get to where i want to.

Humans, i like to believe, live to exist.

Exist. Full-stop.

Infact, we’re all driven by the simplistic motive to make more of our kind. I know it sounds pitifully boring (and kinda gross), but that’s a fact. Replication of the inherent bio-molecules is the single driving force behind all that we do. (I swear, no more bio from this point on.) Life, as a collective term, seems to baffle me on only this one aspect of itself. I don’t quite seem to grasp what the motive of all this existence is.

But then, i begin to figure.

Life doesn’t need to have any motive.

It’s just there. In much the same way that the universe is. It’s there now, and it doesn’t really matter what i believe that it all conspires to achieve. For all i care, the hypotheses pertaining to the contraction of the universe might be right, and in that case, all that i write now, will ultimately be lost, whence the universe shrinks back to the size of a point.

And this is where it gets interesting.

If there is no motive, there obviously can be no imposed limits on how we go about living our pointless existences, as long as we stick to letting humanity, and life in general, move on. So i guess it’d be quite right to become a drug-addict, marry a like-minded lady, have a bunch-o kids, and die happily ever after. I don’t think i can classify such a thought as incorrect. Then again, it doesn’t quite seem correct either.

So where’s the catch?

There isn’t one. And that’s the fun part…

However, humanity has woven itself a fabric that demands worthy existence. What ‘worthy’ really is, is not something worth delving into. In general, we’ve landed up in the present with a collection of dicta that help co-ordinate our co-existence. These rules make it easier to live together. And, coming back to my opening point, living in harmony essentially goes on to provide a better atmosphere for us to exist! (I’d promised no more bio, so i hope you get the point i’m trying to make here.)

Blah!

In essence, i don’t think a teen is wrong when he/she (it’d be quite a chore to keep referring to both sexes, so, when i type ‘he’, do understand, willya) longs to rebel and do as he wishes. It’s quite natural, since life inherently searches for alternative means of existence. It helps, since, often, set patterns are redundant and flawed. This innovation (rebellion, of sorts) helps look for a better alternative. Most often, the search fails, and often, the results are quite a disaster, but sometimes, it succeeds. Life, ultimately, works with probability in a manner no mathematician can.

Yet, it tries, to succeed. (Think about it)

Having laid the groundwork, let me move onto this. It’s obvious that we can choose how we wish to live. Yet, it’s real nice if we can make our existence worth-a-mention. Yes, ultimately, all that a man (or woman, for peace’s sake) does is interred with his bones. Even so, since there is nothing to be gained from living a selfish and undirected life, it’d really do one no harm to live it for a motive that helps others in the process too.

One may be obliged to argue that (ultimately) we’ll all be an inconsequential point whence the universe collapses. And that question brings me to my next argument.

If we all adopt such an apocalyptic view, it’d actually be best (practically speaking) to commit mass suicide. Seriously (!), if, in the big picture, all life has no meaning, it’s best to end it right away, and prevent all such nonsense from marching on, isn’t it?!

The truth is, that no one knows, for sure, that life has no meaning. In much the same way that no one knows that life does have a meaning. So i suggest that we try to make the speck that our lives are a little more worthwhile. And this is wherein my respect for religious texts finds its roots : what’s written in those books (if one can smugly ignore the pointless sermons) is actually quite nice. Well, i won’t sermonise. I’ll just say that it’s often easier (and quite apt) to follow what those texts say, instead of being a fool (me!) and think on topics such as this one.

But, no matter how thoroughly you read those texts, do try not to get misdirected into believing that god does exist. (sorry, couldn’t resist)

Moving onto the terminal point of this post, here’s what many people often profess : “We don’t know where we’re going. But it’s always nice to make the journey a pleasure.” This is a brilliant philosophy for normal people, in much the same way that religious texts are actually a boon for people. Pity that i’m a total fool who thinks a wee bit differently.

I know where i’m going. And i know that i’ll never get to where i want to.

But that’s what spurs me on. B’coz my one single motive in life is to make others see as to where it was that i’d intended to go, and give them the choice to make it their aspiration too. I don’t care about how my journey is, as long as the destination is, ultimately, realised.

Guess i’ve said enough. Check out Phoenix if u’d care for more.