So much has happened and changed diversely within these 18 years of my calculated existence. Most things are understandable but some remain mysteries that bewilder me till this very day. People walk through every phase in their lives so emotionlessly and so void of any inspiration that I find myself questioning the very motive of our existence. Where is the passion? Where is this so-called zest for life? Where is that spark that is supposed to twinkle so brightly in every individual’s eye? What has happened to that boost of energy that sends us flying out of bed like a cannon ball at the excitement of embracing and welcoming another day of simple life? So many unanswered or rather, unanswerable questions jolt me from this ignorant life that I so solemnly lead. There was once a wise saying, "an idle mind is a devil’s workshop". But I beg to differ in some circumstances. I found my mind "idling" in this manner at the time of leisure, questioning manfestations, exigences, perceptions, conceptions so on and so forth. I began prying and analyzing everything and everyone. Then, as a wave of realization washed over me, I persuaded myself to accept the fact that not all questions are indictable. But that is exactly what life is.
Life is all about the mysteries. It is about the unknown and the equivocal. This magic of inapprehensible and undiscovered truth is what gives us our motivation and boost. The eagerness in being able to one day uncover the truth behind the perplexity that surrounds our very existence is enough to fuel us for the next 100 years. If life wasn’t such an ambiguos secret would we be in the least bothered to take another step further in life? I hardly doubt it. Forgive me if i sound harshly sceptical or cynical but these are cold hard facts and reality isn’t a forgiving ambience. But what suprises me so is that, people these days are so hard to inspire. The simple joys of life that used to give them great pleasure and earn heartful chuckles now merely scratch a grin across their face. What I have realized is that people do change over time. No matter how much they deny or refute this fact, i am adamant in substantiating this opinion.
Time does take a toll on us sooner or later. Or does it? Is it fair to blame time? Or is it simply the evolution process itself? Is this how we are biologically programmed to function? Where we undergo intellectual, emotional and an all-rounded change in self as time progesses? I suppose so. Judging through the observation and simple scrutinization of the many assortments of characters and personalities that we surround ourselves everyday, I am inclined to think so. As we mature, our zest for life wears off and in its place we find practicality growing at a steady pace. We find ourselves rationalizing rather than believing, we find ourselves calculating rather than dreaming or hoping and worst of all (by my books) we find ourselves reasoning rather than knowing. There was a time in all our lives where we believed in the miracles that happened, and we dreamt and hoped for such miracles rather than calculate its possibility systematically and we knew with our hearts if we deserved it rather than reasoning and persuading our minds.
The simple fairy tales that accompanied us in childhood, the pleasures of believing in saints, angels and wishes upon stars that once filled our hearts and lives with immense joy has now been replaced with more practical expectations like plum dividents and solid premiums. It is almost devastating to find these child-like pleasures fade from adults so rapidly. Sheer innocent joy is now so scarce amongst any mature thinking adult that they don’t even believe in the magical existence of joy and pleasure. It depicts the transaction of life from blooming innocent laughter and giggles amongst flowery shrubs basking in the warmth of a bright sun to the melancholic semblance of practical maturity in a grey professional suit all geared up to gun down the next vulenerable person in our way. So much for innocence. Innocence takes a backseat, or rather, to be completely honest, it simply dissipates, bringing along with it compassion, fundamental principles (at times), and most essential of all imagination.
Adults lack the color and passion that children possess so vigorously and with the coming of age and apprehension, this vigor simply sifts through their fingers. Unable to grip or grasp it, adults turn to more solid basis and support. Facts and data. Cold hard facts without an ounce of passion or imagination involved. Today, I believe I have answered (through my own perception of course) what I believe has been a constant nagging to our subconscious emotional intelligence and to some undeniably, their intellectual aspect as well. Why life has become so mechanical and humdrum. Why it has transformed from an art form to a mechanic projectile. Why it lacks the passion and fervor that some individuals so desperately seek. It is nature and it is evolution and this is what a circle of life truly is….
Life is all about the mysteries. It is about the unknown and the equivocal. This magic of inapprehensible and undiscovered truth is what gives us our motivation and boost. The eagerness in being able to one day uncover the truth behind the perplexity that surrounds our very existence is enough to fuel us for the next 100 years. If life wasn’t such an ambiguos secret would we be in the least bothered to take another step further in life? I hardly doubt it. Forgive me if i sound harshly sceptical or cynical but these are cold hard facts and reality isn’t a forgiving ambience. But what suprises me so is that, people these days are so hard to inspire. The simple joys of life that used to give them great pleasure and earn heartful chuckles now merely scratch a grin across their face. What I have realized is that people do change over time. No matter how much they deny or refute this fact, i am adamant in substantiating this opinion.
Time does take a toll on us sooner or later. Or does it? Is it fair to blame time? Or is it simply the evolution process itself? Is this how we are biologically programmed to function? Where we undergo intellectual, emotional and an all-rounded change in self as time progesses? I suppose so. Judging through the observation and simple scrutinization of the many assortments of characters and personalities that we surround ourselves everyday, I am inclined to think so. As we mature, our zest for life wears off and in its place we find practicality growing at a steady pace. We find ourselves rationalizing rather than believing, we find ourselves calculating rather than dreaming or hoping and worst of all (by my books) we find ourselves reasoning rather than knowing. There was a time in all our lives where we believed in the miracles that happened, and we dreamt and hoped for such miracles rather than calculate its possibility systematically and we knew with our hearts if we deserved it rather than reasoning and persuading our minds.
The simple fairy tales that accompanied us in childhood, the pleasures of believing in saints, angels and wishes upon stars that once filled our hearts and lives with immense joy has now been replaced with more practical expectations like plum dividents and solid premiums. It is almost devastating to find these child-like pleasures fade from adults so rapidly. Sheer innocent joy is now so scarce amongst any mature thinking adult that they don’t even believe in the magical existence of joy and pleasure. It depicts the transaction of life from blooming innocent laughter and giggles amongst flowery shrubs basking in the warmth of a bright sun to the melancholic semblance of practical maturity in a grey professional suit all geared up to gun down the next vulenerable person in our way. So much for innocence. Innocence takes a backseat, or rather, to be completely honest, it simply dissipates, bringing along with it compassion, fundamental principles (at times), and most essential of all imagination.
Adults lack the color and passion that children possess so vigorously and with the coming of age and apprehension, this vigor simply sifts through their fingers. Unable to grip or grasp it, adults turn to more solid basis and support. Facts and data. Cold hard facts without an ounce of passion or imagination involved. Today, I believe I have answered (through my own perception of course) what I believe has been a constant nagging to our subconscious emotional intelligence and to some undeniably, their intellectual aspect as well. Why life has become so mechanical and humdrum. Why it has transformed from an art form to a mechanic projectile. Why it lacks the passion and fervor that some individuals so desperately seek. It is nature and it is evolution and this is what a circle of life truly is….
