The entropy of our existence is constantly guiding us towards our fate. Is our fate death or rebirth? Or none at all....
THINK PAD
Reading the dystopian novels about world order. Trying to understand what it’s like to comprehend the nature of our made up lives. The fragility of routine. How it works. The clock ticks clockwise. It can’t be wound backwards, paused or fast forwarded? Or can it be?
The entropy of our existence is constantly guiding us towards our fate. Is our fate death or rebirth? Or none at all.
The modern times’ existential crisis is unique, and eccentric to say the least. For a minute it all seems so real. These ideas. Notions. Feelings. Emotions. Everything that holds us together by a thread. A very weak string to say the least. Yet, inside our minds this too can entangle. And the world once again becomes a blur. An inconceivable concept of sustainability that we feed with our human-ness and inhumanity at the same time.
We nurture our faith, hopes, truths, integrity and beliefs, and water these with our tears of joy and fears of loss. We cradle it all in our insecurities and watch it bloom in the spring sun against all odds. We let it grow its own life. Architect an entire personality and then let it talk to us. Converse with our thoughts. How we think the world works. How it stays lighted up on darkest days.
Yet we are blindside by things we cannot control. Or think we can’t. We silence our voices. And shun away the images of cruelty and injustice. We sweep them under the rug thinking they don’t exist in this modern time. We let it exist in its monstrosity and let someone else take the blame. We think we don’t nurture it and yet unknowingly we do. Our words. Our hands. Our voices. Our sighs. And our silences fuel the nemesis against this pure life. We hone both parts of our nature. And then thrive on whatever survives and think that’s the world order.
Or is it?
Slowly and gradually this world - and life - catches up. It tries to regain what was rightfully its own in the first place. It snatches its innocence back. The purity that was tarnished, once again belongs to it. With a vengeance it tries to reclaim the life it gave us, and not the other way around.
And when this unravels in the buds that bloom each spring, it all comes full circle. The world only wanted to breathe. We had suffocated it with hatred and selfishness for so long. It was crying for help, but no one listened. So it had to silence all the white noise and the static. It had to make sure everyone heard it clearly.
And the lesson is right in front of us. We have forgotten who we are and what we ought to have become with time. We are the manifestations of God. We carry His message. We follow His ways. We remember Him five times a day. And yet we forget. That with every difficulty there is ease. He doesn’t burden someone with more than their capacity. That with every ailment there is a cure. All we have to do is have faith that we can find our ways back to Him. That once again we can be with our brethren in His home.
But to find that way we must practice kindness, patience, selflessness, philanthropy, empathy and justice. This is the time to cleanse your conscience of all vices. To take care of others and yourself. To recognize that mental health too is as important as physical health. By being more empathic and understanding we can create a safe space for everyone in the only planet we have - our home.
