solving life
I have always felt the urge to deconstruct things. This desire has always been there, fueled by the internet answering all of my questions. I always thought that I could know about anything and everything in an instant. And I enjoyed that power to all of its glory. But then, I met with a question. A question so basic, so trivial, that I shouldn't even need the internet. Yet I wouldn't be able to answer it even if I had all the knowledge about it.
The question is one about myself. Why am I the way I am? What defines me? Now to approach such a question, there could be two ways: how everything in the world has affected you, and the other one, how you have changed yourself. Both of which are equally valid, equally logical. Now solving such a question to all of its depths, till all of the thousand little questions that unravel with it are answered, is solving life for me.
So, I tried doing this, I tried solving life. I wouldn't say I failed, there's nothing really that could be considered failing here, its just a stupid experiment. To be honest, I am happy of the progress I've made so far. Every time I start thinking about solving life, it always begins with jee and sex. I feel like everything that I will say ahead, its already there, but there is something that I didn't add there.
Its - 'What is life?' This question has become a cliche, but it shouldn't be this way. I love this question, not for the question itself but for the conversations that come around it. For me those have been the most honest and raw conversations I have had with a person. And the best part about it is not knowing the answer and discovering it, whether its the person you're talking to discovering it for themselves, you discovering it in the conversations, or you discovering it alone, all of which equally enjoyable.
All of this was to bring you to a point to ask you a simple question- what does it mean to solve life for you? what would you consider to be your contentment for life? Now there might not be an answer for this question pertaining to you, you might be the type to never be satisfied with what you have, to always achieve the greater. But if there's a perfect place you imagine yourself to be in, a time where you'd be happy with whatever you'd have of your life, what is it?
Now I thought that there is something here building up here until a noticed an inherent flaw in solving for one's life. What happens when you are content with your life? Some people would say that's when you actually start living your life, borrow from the quote "We have two lives, and the second begins when we realize we only have one". But I can't get myself to agree to that, because I don't think people are dumb enough to not already live their life to their fullest. How I would start answering, would be simply by denying solving life entirely. How could one be content with life, for a person to be in the journey contentment would surely show them what life has to offer, and it is evermore than what could ever be achievable. There is always the next big thing. And if still somehow you have achieved contentment, and you wake up to the next day being the same as the one you slept to, you surpassed solving life, you have ascended it.
And if you ever get around answering these questions, or you didn't cause there isn't an answer, or you simply aren't into all of this, whatever may be the case, there is a standing invitation to my inbox right here.