Conceivably the entire purpose of our life is to escape from life. We seem to rummage around for modes to escape. We try to escape in myths, in drugs, in alcohol, in lies, in marriages, in children, building careers, making money, lusting for sex, power and fame or by any other means at our disposal.
Maybe all these soothe us and give us a few moments of comfort and relieve.
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Are we conscious who we are whilst we live our life on a daily basis? Do we develop our own personality or do we lose our character and our individuality? Do we impersonate others? Do we masquerade to be what we are not? Do we regain our awareness after experiencing such phases of life? Does our sensibility lose their sharpness such that everything like hunger, cold, fatigue, poverty, corruption, annihilation, destruction and other pains of life takes second place and we become work animals?
How do we deny these?
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I guess with the accumulation of years and coming of age, with all the revelations and experiences that we envisage or encounter, we come to realize that happiness is not only unattainable but also a myth.
Every step that we take is encumbered with piles of obstacles. It thwarts us from the state of happiness. The knowledge about our future is so inadequate that we exist with a word called ‘hope’. But in an instance the ‘hope’ is superseded again by the uncertainty of the following day. We are uncertain when death will strike us, but we are assured that death will thwack us.
Everything is so conflicting, so incongruous that it impedes us to be in a state of happiness.
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