LIFE...LIVE...The ‘f’ in life renders it so many dimensions-failures, fears, fame, forlorn and on and on. LIVE is so uncomplicated, so within the moment, mindless, fleeting and atomic. The other day I was wondering, human mind is very well exemplified by a squirrel-restless, impatient and wandering.
As a species, we are a crisis in motion, aware of our diminutiveness to the whole and yet suffering from the syndrome to strive for identity. Why is anonymity such a sin? Why can’t I be nobody? Not identify with anything but emptiness and consequently not identify emptiness with negation and finiteness but with beauty and infiniteness.
It is always engrossing to hear J. Krishnamurti and read his commentaries and writings on living(not life!). His answer to the question ‘who are you or who am I’ was enquiring and penetrating. Are we the ‘story of mankind’? Product of imitations? If our education is not largely a pursuit of imitations of various kinds, then how is it that the self is so attached to the want of an identity? The self finds it impossible to be free from the clutches of identity....it cannot be anonymous. All our inner and outer activities become gratification of our self, to be made exclusive, to be recognised. The famous, the popular is pursued and the anonymity is deprecated. We strive.
Everyday is lived with a purpose, a goal. An achievement made and another to make. It gives gratification to self, a meaning to life. If one day you wake up and are told that life is meaningless, you will get depressed. But why? When only the finite has the meaning. A rose is totally meaningless. It is just there for no reason at all.....beautiful, infinite, mysterious.
The self makes all the effort to move away from what it is. Through renunciation or acquisition, either way it continues moving away from what it actually is. Apart from the name, the position, the profession, the attributes, the idiosyncrasies what is ‘the self’? Is there the ‘I’ when the very qualities are snatched away? Or is it the very fear of being totally poor that drives the self into constant activity; for it is nothing but emptiness. The emptiness that is beautiful like the rose and whose embrace brings about the transformation within. It is the experiencing of what is without naming it to get freedom from what is.
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