Reason and the Purpose


The reason we live are numerous. Different for different beings, different entities. And in nature, everything that exist has a reason. Without the reason the being looses its purpose. The reason to be, is the entitlement of having a purpose. We all are here for some reason. We only serve to this reason by fulfilling the purpose we exist to serve. This agenda, this ideation to live life is nothing but the bridge to the reason and the purpose of life.

It is so blissful to understand this simple sentence “the reason to live is purpose you serve”. One sentence which holds such deeper meaning but still is so elementary. What people call a “Higher Calling” is nothing but awareness of the reason and the purpose. People who succeed in life have been said to have a higher calling. Where they change their life choices and the way they perceive and do things, make decisions, work. It is nothing but the enlightenment by this “Higher Calling”.

A close friend works as an editor in a publishing house. Last night We discussed a lot of things. Friends in common, what she been doing, what I was busy with, about writing. Then she said something that caught on my attention and made me think. She said ” ..I thought about writing. But, I am too young, too inexperienced. I haven’t seen anything or have anything to say. I meet authors now and I feel, I have had such a good Life. Never faced anything in my life. I don’t have an agenda…” She was so blunt and out rightly correct. The dilemma-tic confusion of a certain age group of the population, she aptly described with such accuracy. We Don’t have experience. We haven’t lived our lives, long enough to be able to understand this reason and the purpose. For some it comes naturally. Some even have to wait for the entirety of their lives to understand this concept.

For most people, the purpose of this life is to reach certain objectives. And it is what we all strive for. But, as we all start living in the real world, we start to explore; what can called as the epiphanous insight to where we are. The real life is so different from what we have imagined. As a juvenile, you never thinks deeply of the perils of life that you live. Only after maturing to a certain age of individuality you understand that real life is unfair and it does not treat people as equals. What is quoted above, simply present a digest of what a certain age goes through on the path of maturing. This concept of reason and purpose comes to play at this very point, when you is starting out an independent life. You question yourself, at least one time in your life; “What is my purpose?”. And it is that moment you step into the real world. You Assess; yourself and the life you live. You Try to find what you are suppose to do in your life. What you should be focusing on. And maybe; you find the purpose to live for. There are those too, whose never ask “the question”. They do live but to fulfill the most basic purpose,to live and to die.

A fellow research scholar, said this when I asked her what she thought about the agenda of life. She said “…for some it is for a short term, and for some it is long term. And all in all it is just the evolution of an agenda as life moves forward. The priorities just add on as we move forward…”. She presented another side. The constant change or the evolution of our needs. Maybe, because of the experiences one has in his/her life. Or maybe, because of the addition of people and improvisations in life choice caused by it. Life is so full of change that rigidity does not have a constant effect on it. The situations, the relations, the seasons, the disasters, the unknown reasons, they all add up to make it so uncertain that it is highly susceptible to change its direction. This change, at times leads you to your purpose in life. It is sometimes life altering decisions or some situation, which changes so many factors in one’s life that leads to understand and be aware of what your purpose is. Many people have risen above others, when they were in adverse conditions. They achieved impossible feats, when they were facing difficult situations in life. Adversities and advantages; both play their equal part. Maybe, they are just the right winds of change one need to set the course of life in the right direction.

We are humans. The most dynamic beings known to this world. Having the ability to change the environment around us. With intellect and with consciousness to do good and the bad. With science and technology to create great marvels in our world.To unlock the mysteries and to understand the nature and being of this universe. And we have been placed here, on this third rock from the Sun. Placed so perfectly, as to survive and thrive. There is a reason to be… and a purpose to serve… .


The Beginning…

It’s been a while since I wrote something. Quiet a long time. The writers block took some years out of life before I managed to write something. It is so dramatic that you want to express and explode with the thoughts, rumbling and scheming through the catacombs of your mind. But, still you are stupefied with the inability to write down your own thoughts.
I wrote a small piece. A letter. A fictional letter to a beloved long lost and gone forever. It was a first in past years of the creative drought. The rush of creating something just from the sequential placement of simple combination of letters into something creative and scintillating  is magnificent. It gives you a sense of accomplishment. Makes you to move forward. Somehow calms you down to a level from where the chaos inside starts to pacify by itself. Every other person might be having a different thinking or feeling or interpretation, but the essence remains the same.
I liked writing long sentences. Them someone pointed that out. suggested that I try shortening the sentence. It would give a more crisp and defined look to the writing. More suggestions followed, ranging from changing the undertones to the way I write. Some even suggested focusing on the grammar. Some of them understood why I write like that. And some can never. Writing is not a planned work or a chore, which you have to do or which you have to plan. It is like an even flow of a river flooded by thought; churning and whirl-pooling as the flow proceeds silently, but with force. It comes to you naturally. you don’t think that, “today, I will write a passage”; or , “Today I will write about this situation everyone is talking about”. Its not. It is all, but a hungry pang to create something beautiful. Without a motive. Without objective.
The same people at times try and criticize art. They grade it. They try to pin a prize to it. more so, put a price to it. And its pathetic to see. Can you grade art? Can you put a price on art? can you compare two artists and their respective creations? No! you can’t. Art is not meant for being put down for a price or for being nominated for a prize. It is mean to be interpreted. Every artist creates something from the understanding gained so far within the individual self. Thus, each piece of art is different from the other, yet; beautiful. Similarly, every individual interprets art in his/her own individual self. Differently. One might see a smiling invitation with a hint of seduction in Mona Lisa. Others might see a compassionate and loving woman smiling with affection. There are no boundaries. there are no limits to where these interpretations end.
The more I write the more frothy becomes the rapids of mind with ideas and self-suggestions. It is fascinating to observe how well the human psyche respond to the stimuli which gives a sense of being able to create something from entities as simple as words. It is just a beginning to what one can think of as a journey. With no place to reach to, but to wander around endlessly. Savoring the plethora of choicest flavors of life with a hint of spice, which adds on to life.