Reason to live; Reason to die.

We are not some beings born accidently, live meaninglessly and die purposelessly. Though at times, it might appear so the ultimate truth is not the result of some random calculation. The beginning and end are extremes in which we have practically no say, but, as for living life, it is very much in our hands. There is a meaning making mechanism functioning as a matter of strange coincidence with every form of thinking beings absorbing the feeblest notion of futility from our lives. If we wonder and question the meaninglessness and futility of our existence – where and what were you 200 years ago and where and what will be 200 years down the line? – we might perhaps realize we are basically no different from other living beings. We maybe rational, thinking, progressive, spiritual beings, but at the end of the journey what awaits us? Anyhow, all that we know is that we cling on to our dear life at the slightest sight of danger we face. We don’t know what awaits us, but we don’t want to depart from this world.

Why are we so attached to this world that we find it difficult to part with? We know from our daily life that life is not all rosy; we hardly have a day on which we don’t mummer or complain. In spite of all the hardships and perils, at the thought of death knocking at our door we shudder and make desperate attempts to escape. Is death so crudely, cruelly detesting and disgusting? If life is so precious to offer at the jaws of death, what is the reason to behind it? What is the reason behind our craving to cling on to this life? Is it love; love for people and things? In that case, how have we not changed at all in our pursuit to love our life when we have lost people and things we loved? If it is love alone, we should be less attached and afraid to be ‘reunited’ with our loved ones gone ahead of us when the final call beckons us. if life is not without meaning and purpose, so will death be and vice versa. There is a reason to live; a reason to die.