Autopsy of Life

Its very hard to imagine that there would be one person who never once in his lifetime had got intrigued and tried, even mistily, to decipher this one riddle draped in a mystery labyrinthined in enigma, called LIFE. I, one who believes that each person abides by a separate religion of his own and in-reality alleges to only one unique god in himself, have also, inadvertently, conjured upon a philosophy of it.

“Life is very long and very short at the same time”

Now, does it sound like a pompously manufactured conundrum intended to impress its hapless listeners. No. Yes, may be by appearance, but its actually something which my conscience finds verily plausible.

Ladies & gentlemen of the jury, here is my attempt to de-mystify it. When ever I come across a disappointment like not getting the expected raise in the salary, having lost my wallet, and so forth; I naturally feel disillusioned and at times angry. But then I nudge myself a bit and ask a small, but stern, question to myself. 'Do you think you are going to feel this disenchantment even after 30 years from now?’ I allow my heart to respond honestly, 'No'. So it means that this grief is not worth enough for you to make itself be remembered for long. Ergo, why hurting yourself now for something so transient? But yes, there may be incidents like death of someone very close, or certain traumatic incidents which would always remain lurking in our consciousness with becoming only slightly infirm, or may be sinewy, with age. These incidents do deserve a deep perusal. At such times we should detach ourselves from our body, examine the incident in the truth of light and may be do some corrections in our path. This ism does not apply only to moments of despair but even to the moments of minor triumphs. Something as trifle as wearing a new dress, or getting a better raise in salary, or winning a small competition. In such moments we may get a false sense of joy or pride. Even these moments don’t deserve much of our thoughts as the righteous being in us would eventually erase it from our memory after a reasonable time. But again, there may be some moments in our life, like becoming a father, opening a new company, etcetera which might merit enough becoming a milestone in our biography. We certainly should feel elated and proud of such golden instants.

May be you would have somewhat agreed that yes, in this sense life does appear to be too long. But how come it’s too short concurrently. That how come these two hypothesis with negative infinity of covariance have a coefficient of correlation - ‘plus one’. It becomes too short, once you realise that I, even as I write, may very next moment breathe my last breath. That this bliss, or perdition, may end any second. That eternity is the only thing surely impossible. Moreover the fact which really dwarfs any span of living is the ceaseless desires that we possess. There are so many aspirations that we want to fulfil, so many thirsts that we want to quench. This makes life very small. There is so much to be done.

Consider this: One decides to become an engineer, then being an entrepreneur looks so enterprising, after that journalism looks so adventurous, and then a social activist looks so self-effacing, then being an actor looks so glamorous, now being a politician looks so powerful, and then being a writer looks so serene and then………. What? Don’t you know fullstop never comes after 'THEN'. There is no limit to our illimitable desires. Every time we pick up another handful of goals from the brobdingnagian sea of goals. And life appears so small to realise it all.

Both the aspects of LIFE are equally undeniable certainties. And it’s the art of mastering when to apply what that makes its a viable tactic. This helps in prioritising our priorities. That family always should come first to material goals. That being present on one's son’s birth is more important than cutting ribbon at a new function. Also, grasping this dualism actually helps us in attaining state of non-duality. Given a work at hand we need to be a bit impatient to proceed on it without any dilly-dallying or procrastination, and here applies the knowledge that Life is short and many unfinished tasks need to be completed. But when faced with a crisis, we need to slow a bit, and try to patiently manoeuvre it. Why? Simply, because life is too long and another opportunity is just a matter of some time.

Above all this lays one truism that we should never fail to forget. The ultimate verity is that we, all, are nothing but a bundle of emotions and emotion is just another form of energy. Each one of us is a sack [size may differ] filled of same number of emotions [proportion may differ] struggling to untie itself. And that is why we are all similar and one. The purpose of every stifled soul, in bodily form, is to free itself and vanish into space-less-ness, which is also known as death. And the truth, that we all would attain it. Infact every googolth of the zillionth second we are unconsciously doing nothing but courting its attention. Soul's single-minded pursuit of the ultimate goal is what makes DEATH, the only ultimate reality. A reality, much certain than God.


Epilogue: This is an amateur attempt of mine to understand life.