Shades Of Life
I once had a discussion with one of my friends, who is my cousin as well. The topic circled around the unjustness and uncertainty of life. I stood for life being meaningful and honest, with every event, every phase giving us a new reason and strength while he supported the idea of life being unjust and uncertain. Ironically, with time, I realize how right he was.
The question is, is it life which gives us the meaning, or it’s us who give it a meaningful purpose? In this regards everyone has a different point of view, and I respect all of them as your outlook on life keeps you sane, and isn’t it what we all seek? Peace of mind and soul… in short, anything that helps us to sleep better at night. Sanity is what we all want, need in our lives, as a calm and cool mind leads to rational thinking, to a happy person and a good life. And human nature is exquisite as it knows its way to achieve this state of bliss, either by hook or by crook.
When we were little, our parents/grandparents used to tell us stories and today, we tell ourselves the stories which satisfy our hunger for righteousness, substantially, the stories which give us hope and aspiration. We deceive ourselves. When something good happens in our lives, we confess that
I deserved it/ I am the best/ I worked hard for this/ I am the powerful person around / I am the lucky charm among my peers. When something bad happens, there is a 180 degree shift, why me/ why the bad luck/ nature has always been unfair/ I deserved better — — — -Type Stories
But what if we reverse the gear and in good times we ask why me/ how can I be this lucky/ what did I do/ I am the blessed one/ nature is a blessing at all the times. And in bad one, it must have been my fault/ I must have done something wrong/ maybe no one but I am the one who is to be blamed/ power leads to crisis etc, etc. Now that would be a game changer, but a hard pill to swallow, because such a set of thoughts leads to psychoses and nothing else. So where do we stand? Definitely with those who rant more and accept less, cause this keeps us sober and happy. We rabbit on how good we are and how much is in our power, partially to satisfy our insecurities, and majorly to keep reminding ourselves that in the vast and ever-expanding universe, our little being matters. Well universe doesn’t care cause if the universe is a desert, we are not even worth being tagged as *grain*. But we are something. And we matter, maybe not to the universe, but to our parents… our friends… to each other. Or maybe its just a thought to keep us and our souls in one piece, who knows.
Fun fact, this is exactly how we perceive the events of life around us, we give them meaning and then they make sense, all the dots connect and we become the next Einstein (for few minutes) and how we give meaning to the events, how we perceive them and how we act afterwards, differentiates us from one another. All of us have experienced the loss of someone special, either to time or to death, we have experienced grief, sorrow, happiness, joy, enviousness, in short, all the events of my life are pretty much the same as the ones in your life, but still we are not the same people. This is because either we made the outcomes (of events) our meaning of life or accepted them as a token from life and carried them (the events) with us , neglecting the purpose/lesson. Some of us chose to take the wheel and drive under the guidance of life while the others accepted it (events) to be their stop and ever since then they, even after trying, to haven’t moved an inch from there.
Isn’t it the same as *perspective*? Not completely, I’ll be honest, because perspective is like a big picture and, on the contrary, this blame game/meaning-thing is on a smaller scale. But yes, it does add to one’s perspective on life. For instance, a serial killer or a mass murderer (not a psychopath) does its job and BOOM a hell lot of people die. Did he do the right thing? Of course not, but from his POV he did the best possible thing , this is (one possibility) because the poor soul couldn’t move ahead of what led him to be a serial killer. He refused to take the wheel and chose to stop. And now killing 100 people at once is pretty normal for him. What happened didn’t give him the meaning, but he made the meaning out of the incident and, well, he is who he is. But guess what, this is what keeps him sane, and this is what helps him sleep at night. Obnoxious thought, I know, but it is what it is.
Thinking that he is right, and the world deserves it cause bad happened to him, is his perspective of life, but not the meaning of his life. And his meaning of life is to make sure the innocent suffer, as he once was an innocent and he suffered. Every person who suffers cause of him, is his success, life was unjust to him, and how he gladly makes sure that it us unjust to the rest as well, btw it can be she as well. Now the main point here is that, why those 100 people, who died a horrible death cause of one man’s peace..what had they done to deserve such a horrible death? This is the point where LIFE IS UNJUST hops in. it’s one person’s fault and a lot of people suffer, not mention their family members and peers. And we, on the other side of TV tell ourselves that *life is short, may the soul rest in peace, may god make it easy for them, they deserved better* to calm ourselves down so that we can have the peace of mind we need. But isnt it unjust…totally an absurd story i know…but this is what life is actually.
let’s get on a smaller scale shell we, we all know that everything we do has its consequences and everything happening is the consequence of our actions in the past, its life being certain at its peak, but is that it? Sadly, NOPE. What about the people who face the consequences with us, the uncertainty of life, ironically, at its peak? It’s a funny thing, isn’t it? Every single step, every single action not just influences your life, but it equally, either consciously or subconsciously, effects the life of those who surround you. And not just your decisions change the path of your life, but it also impact the path of your people. Alas I feel bad to be honest, it gets really darker and deeper if one starts thinking about it. So eventually it’s not You Do You but it’s actually You Do You, and You Do Me and You Do Everyone Around You— — if it makes sense (sorry).
Every single word of yours impacts the other person from their mood to their lifestyle. Even though it’s your life, and you are the main character in it, but you also have side characters who depend on you, their wellbeing to their future, it depends on your actions, on your motives. So apparently, isn’t life unjust and definitely uncertain for those who surround us…?
