This post of mine is a partial response to this post , which itself in a way was a partial response to my previous post.
There have been moments, wonderful moments which I’d wanted never to forget and there have been moments, miserable moments which I’d wanted never to remember. The conscious resistance to a memory in itself, creates a cradle for the memory to languish. And I find myself today, thinking more of those “forgetable” moments than the “unforgetable” ones, affecting my behaviour. Period.
What are these “struggles” of everyday that people ( includes me) keep talking about ? What are these “struggles” for ? The struggles are for success. What determines success? Each human being is indisposed towards unhappiness. Each success, each failure pulls you away from or pushes you closer to the undesirable state of unhappiness. Success is the superficial goal that is attached to the more fundamental goal of happiness. Driven not by ones own zeal for life, but by the thoughts of the collective world, individuals sacrifice their happiness searching for success.
There is this pretty well known, well hammered, overused cliche –failures are the stepping stones to success to make people feel better about being a loser.
The society sets the rules of the game, the society sets the goals, the society marks the players and then the society has fun watching the gladiators in the colloseum. Finally, the society defines what “success” is and in a subconscious way, individuals look up to society for a definition of “Happiness”. The society is a collection of individuals, each a slave of the whole. Period.
The “Trust” factor: Beautiful the world wherein each one trusts another and truly. Wonderful the world wherein each one trusts another and each one lives up to another’s trust. Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious the world wherein no one needs to trust another. Period.
I am naive, inexperienced, not yet twenty, not yet exposed to guiles of twenty plus year olds ( all the guiles, all lies, all cheats I’ve been exposed to so far have been twenty one or less). I dont qualify to be saying this. but still, I dont see the point why people lose their precious happiness of “now” searching for, dreaming of , struggling for happiness of “later” .
The world is a great place to live afterall, and I’m not exactly in a hurry to get out of it. I’d rather not believe I have seen the worst for, as a dear six-year-old genius called Calvin says, ” The thing about life is that it is never so bad that it cant get worse.”
