See, the thing is, I feel like we're taking life too seriously sometimes. It's crazy because I would usually be the first to question the meaning of life and all the oddities it comes with, but now the table has somewhat turned and my perspective on life has changed quite radically.
Why do we have to think so much about life? It's just life. Why are we being so ambitious about it? If you think about it, life is nothing but a natural process. A phenomenon. It's about coming to existence, rapidly growing, slowly decaying, and leaving prints on this planet. Well, the problem arises from the last one: the need to imprint. The urge to be noticed, to be remembered long after we're gone.
Oh, humans and their egos.
It's not helping that technology has now become the brewing spot for envy. The grass is always greener at someone else's Instagram feed. There will always be someone with a cooler resume on LinkedIn. We're not only competing with each other, but also with the universe.
To quote Sadhguru in one of his speeches:
"Being in competition with the universe is a stupid thing to do."
I couldn't agree more. You know why? At the end of the day, all the ambitions, all the promises of having a good life have stopped us from actually living the life itself. Our eyes are too fixed on the finish line that we completely forget to be in the present, to enjoy life as it should be.
What are we really after? Is it money? Is it pride? Is it the sense of achievement you got when you know you do something right? Well, I don't have the answer to this question myself. Even today, I feel like I've been pretending my whole life. And it's tiring, you know, to pretend all the time.
Why do I feel that way? Well, I feel like nobody really knows what they're doing either. I feel like everyone is just pretending as if they knew everything about themselves and how they should navigate through life. It's a bonker, yet another reason to be skeptical about everything we see.
At the end of the day, we are all glorifying the notion of being alive. Our lives were built around the ideas of what makes one truly alive, generalizing happiness and making ridiculous standards. Why are we living like this? Is being alive all about fulfilling the requirements of liveliness set by society? Where's the fun in that, seriously?
Maybe the glorification of life is too deeply embedded in our system. Maybe we hold on dearly to the idea of living life to the fullest because, frankly speaking, we don't know what to do otherwise. The concept of death and everything around it is rather unfamiliar, so instead, we are obsessed with the only thing we're capable of doing: living.
Again, the problem lies not on the idea of living itself, but rather on the idea of how we should live our life. As if life comes with a manual. As if everything which doesn't meet its standards is not worth living. As if there's only one way to live, and it is to live a picture-perfect life where you put everything on edge and risk everything to get the true sense of living. As if peace is boring. As if war is the only source of thrill we have.
Or maybe, I'm just a little coward who's not ready to take risks.
Maybe I am the one who's taking my life too seriously.
