When was the last time I thought I was standing at a point blank range and someone wanted to shoot me? When was it that I wanted an answer to a question and did not soon succumb to its abyss of anonymity and my deeply rooted ignorance? When was it that I felt completely confident of a certain thing which, I thought was not random, and I was trying to do it as well as I could?These questions definitely have answers but they are random, bounded by the circumstances that engulf us and drive us to the precipice of fallible thoughts.
Life,Death,God and Religion are the four pieces of a jigsaw that we are still trying to stick together. These are the four pieces that we know the least of and still they are the most significant aspects of whatever we do. Sometimes it appears as if we have been trying to accomplish the unfinished work of someone who has sent us and he would call us back when he thinks that we have done our bit. Some people die early and some don't. Those who do, leave their dreams scattered to be trampled by the people whom he is survived by and those who would be born after him. This issue is not even remotely connected to immortality as it may look at the first glance but it deals with the fact how unimportant, meek and submissive our life is.We glance at the stars in the night and appreciate how beautiful they look, completely ignorant of the fact that many of them might be actually dead.
When we do not have the time to stare at the stars, we find time to look at ourselves. We dig deep into ourselves to understand and reason out our being but what we accomplish is a dive deep into an infinite gorge which is nothing but a whirlpool of conflicting thoughts that try to
overpower each other owing allegiance to the circumstances they fall in. An issue seems to be the most important 'only' until it fades away and soon another thought takes its place. If this has to happen every time why does it have to seem important for as long as it lasts?
'Aimless wandering' is a term I would give to what we do. Our thoughts are random and our existence is arbitrary, dependent on the circumstances which are actually germinated by someone we don't have the power to know. Existence is thus 'Random' and we make it more random by staring it for too long.
Inspired by 'Watchmen' (Alan Moore)
