LIFE DEBATE: If This is Life, Then What’s Death?

O’ man of this day, when will we deal with our own mental forays? Where are we heading to? What has this race of life done to us? What sort of future are we marching towards?
O’ man of this day, when will we deal with our own mental forays? Where are we heading to? What has this race of life done to us? What sort of future are we marching towards?

There is one word which characterises the life of each of us – RUSH. It’s a race of life, and we don’t have time to lose.

We have all the fictitious happiness we ask for, yet we have no time to sit with a companion and share a laugh – one genuine and true mirth that comes from the bottom of our heart. We have made a lot of progress materially. We targeted things for our lives to be more comfortable. Then we earned money and bought those things hoping that with all those comforts, we would be happy. Now we have all of them, yet happiness has once again eluded us, for we have no time to enjoy the things we have acquired. Wasn’t that why we started to earn in the first place? So we would have time to enjoy the fruit in a moment of quiet, with loved ones?

We know the latest news about film stars and serial characters, but we don’t have time to converse with our mother. This race, this speed, has made us incapable of reciprocity. We have the time to only acknowledge the affection we receive, but no time to return it. When our mother sings us a lullaby at night to put us to bed, we have the time to enjoy that receipt, but no time to go to her and give her some of our love. And in a broader sense, in all relationships, we are failing to maintain them because we spend all our time to put ourselves abreast to this race of life, to earn a livelihood.

Life is full of mobile and land lines, but what about that precious line, which connects us to our best buddies? Sure, we have all the names of our friends stored in our mobile phonebook, but do we have the time to give them a ring? Where are those friendships which there used to exist in our previous days? We have more time for machines than to interact with human beings. We spend most of our free time sending text messages, playing games, listening to songs, reading Facebook news feeds, checking social networks; but we have no time for offline interactions. With all these machines making demands on our attention, do we have the time to touch the heart of real people? So, friends, what’s the point then? Aren’t we gradually becoming one?

We feel sleepy but we can’t afford to sleep peacefully. Our heart is full of grief but we have no time to cry. This race of life throws us from one emotion to another without giving us time to feel a particular emotion. One moment we are struck by a thunderbolt of sorrow but we have no time to express it, or even brood over it, to deal with it. We have got no time because the moment we are given a situation that should evoke one feeling, another event awaits us to evoke another feeling.

O’ man of this day, when will we deal with our own mental forays? Where are we heading to? What has this race of life done to us? What sort of future are we marching towards?

In the race to draw level with this fast-growing world, we have run like billy-o. We have had no time even to feel that fatigue. Admit it, we’re tired. We’re exhausted. We want relief. We want respite. We want to stop. So, let’s stop then!

But no, we can’t… Everything costs money. Even water costs money. All of what nature gives us for free, we have commoditized. Tomorrow, who knows, even the oxygen we breathe may cost money.

To simply live, we need to spend our time making sure we have enough reserve, whether or not we have the time to live. Deep down inside us, we are tired. We hate it. We hate going to work. We would rather take some rest. But we are scared, and we won’t speak of it. Like every other emotion we have drowned, we drown this one too.

O’ life, you only tell me. What will come out this race? What will be the result of this race when people who are dying every minute have no time to really live? And we are consciously embracing this race. We have chosen to run the rat race in hope that sooner or later, some day far off, we may have enough to stop and then we will take the time to live. But perhaps, that day will never come…

So friends, if this is life, then what’s death?

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