Random Streaks XXII

Everything you come by in your life is borrowed; given to you for a short period of time. The words you speak are from a language someone else created long time ago. The pictures you draw are creations by God. The music you hear comes from the vibrations of nature. As you walk through life, you keep shedding your clothes. The cloth of ignorance, arrogance, ego, anger, jealousy, materialism. When your time comes to leave, you leave naked with nothing but your soul, because the last cloth you shed is your body. Knowing the above is what differentiates the wise from the fool. So let go of your arrogance. Everyone, rich or poor, will still have a last breath.

These days there are a lot of similarities between our lifestyle and hairstyle. Once you set the hairstyle in the morning, if we try to change to a different hairstyle it becomes totally messy. We can only comb in the same style again. Same way in life we easily lose flexibility and become rigid to the unpredictability of life. This is probably why Buddhist monks go bald; to show their freedom from rigidity, compulsions and desire.

The world is unfair and throws dirt at you. You can either get up and clean it, or shut up like you've not seen it.

Sugar and Salt...they teach us a lot in life. From a distance, they more or less look the same. But they are worlds apart in their appeal and meaning. You can keep having sugar thinking that you like it. But at one point of time, you get sick of it. And when you are really hungry, you don't care for sugar. All you need is a spicy meal and you need salt for that. Same way, your work life is like sugar and your personal life (your ambitions, desires, family, love, emotions, and anything that strikes a chord in you) is like salt. From a distance, we think both are the same and comfortably ignore the salty part. But remember, end of the day, you still need the salt to make your life spicy.

These days, weekends are but a zip file of all the things we want to do. All the desires, interests, passion, hobbies, by whatever name it may be called. You unzip the weekend and you realize you have so much to do and so little time. You live the life of a workaholic zombie on the weekdays and suddenly realize you have a life, a personal life, only on the weekends. And then you become the undead again on Sunday night.

The problem with the world today is that everyone takes their own sweet time to mess up something but want the mess to be cleared out immediately once it starts bothering them