Life is a great teacher. It teaches you even if you don’t want to learn, and that is the greatest thing about life. No matter whether you want to, or wish to or don’t think you need those lesions, or you didn’t even dream u would ever want those lessons, life teaches you, and when it does you have no option but to learn. Those who resist, those who protest and struggle against what is being taught, fall out. Those who catch up with the lessons, go ahead, in life.
You can call it life teaching, or if u're not as agnostic as me, you can call the teacher God. May be if you can see a face hidden by light (if u’re Christian) or some artist’s conception of the divine, as the teacher, may be, just may be you can learn something from life. If you choose not to, there is no way you can hold on against life, when everything, every wind, every wave going against you. I wonder, when I see people who seemingly glides their way through life, is life as simple, am I just making things hard for myself.. Is life so easy to face, or I it just me… Is it just me, and my madness (or folly) that makes me go around putting hurdles of thorn in front of others and me? Is it the work of a sadistic god who sits above and throws things in our path, which is already laden with potholes and pitfalls? I would so much love to believe in that sadistic God.. If it is not so, then why is it that religions teach us to praise and thank the God when something bad befalls us, thanking God for making that malady so small and for not bestowing upon us the chance to bear the chalice of sorrow that god is supposed to bless his best devotes with? Nothing else has ever seemed more right. May be this is Blasphemy, but I’m beyond that point where, the fear of death scares the hell out of me.
Death is the Kindest, most benevolent, most precious gift that God gives man. It is the penultimate blessing that anyone should pray for. I understand that now. I understand the importance of it.. When some one dies young, we always say, For God so loved him that he called him back. I now understand why that is too; why is it that God calls back the ones he love. Life is like a fight that we can never win.. We start living once we fail in life, once we give up. Once we give up fighting, once we give up trying to win over life, we win, and start living. It seemed to me often that life is like thins constant fight (ofcourse it is a constant fight) where we advance form one level to the next, like all those martial arts movies and sports movies where the hero, or the hero’s team advances form being noting and nobody, gradually winning it one by one, to go till the finals, and then winning it. But ofcourse life is so realistic, and that is the hell of it J. In life we never really go foreward form being the underdog. We are given one hurdle to overcome, and if we somehow manage to scrape through, we get another one, this time even bigger, even before ewe recover from the exhaustion which might have been the only, if any, good that might have come form over coming the first hurdle. If fight that too, we just chose to prolong the agony further. Because, in life u never really win, you never really reach the finals and win. I Often believed, ( and still do) that life is a test where god tests us thus, continuously, gradually, the intensity getting more n more. If we pass one test, then an even bigger n more painful one follows, to satisfy some sadistic pleasure that god derives from it all. God tests you till he finds that breaking point, where you finally break down n fall. I think the sooner you give up the better, you are saved from more grueling tests in life. Once you give up, god is satisfied, and gives you a peaceful life henceforth.
I think I fought too long, for I can no longer stand. But I think I gave god a pretty good time testing me, for he had to find such innovative methods, go to such lengths to reach here, thought I doubt if anything can be called innovative when it comes to god. When I look back, I wonder if this has been life or is it some dream from which I’m gonna wake up. But no. Life is not so condescending, nor is it benevolent. But if life is to be lived, you have to learn to loose to win, you have to give up to get it, give in to go ahead, and some how, that seems to fit perfectly in to the irony that is life.
