All my life I have searched for the truth.
I wonder now if there is any truth to be found in this world.
I refuse to believe that life is all about the rat race and merely survival. I often told myself that there must be a greater meaning to it all.
To this day, I continue to find a greater meaning to my struggles in my life.
You can only do so many weekend barbecues with the same set of people before you get disenchanted with your rote life and give up on it. Some of us take up TV, some of drugs, some of us travel , some of us alcohol benders every Saturday, some of us promiscuity – but they are all just distractions to the deep question that arises from within.
To what end are we doing this?
Fast forward , 50 years, nicer car, nicer apartments, empty nest, but back to the basics. The hedonistic life would have gotten you used to it enough that its different but its all the same.
The world is not a gentle place. We are all tainted just like every one else , irrespective of the beautiful filters we see on instagram.
The only people who find goodness and happiness are those who diligently work to overcome our fallen primal human nature with discipline.
The world on the other hand, feeds us stimulations constantly, feeds our baser instincts and pollutes mental models selling a line of trope that makes us eventually unhappy.
How can you change a world that doesn’t want to be changed?
Maybe I should start by changing myself.