THE
PURPOSE
The bouts of tiredness, insomnia, and headaches were now constant. He was now
accustomed to feeling disgruntled all the time. He wanted to do things but couldn’t see the point of doing
anything. It was a great loss, the loss of appetite for the sense of
achievement.
A thought would come to his mind, “what if this keeps going on like this for
the whole life; if every day will be carried out with the same helpless manner
of unhappy resentment? Or will that be
just an idea of a life, constant tedium of wasting time deliberately just to
think “What the day was all about?” at the end of it. This thought made him
see one thing clearly. He could now empathize
with the origin and idea of GOD. It is the dissatisfaction of the slow descent
towards nothingness that urges humans to seek a purpose and yet when the grips
of the limited conscience don’t allow the
thoughts to flow fearlessly, comes alive the promise of eternity.
Thus the rituals and manifestations of the cults and
paths to achieve God generate purpose. No purpose can ever surpass the enigma
of the purpose that is unachievable in the physical world.
Every day
then becomes a devotion to rise above the average miserable person who is
meandering aimlessly through the woods thinking it is home. But the person of
God thinks he has found the shepherd and they will know the home once they
reach there and they will only reach there when they will complete the journey
and this journey will be completed when the distances assigned for each day are
covered. They never see that they are covering the same mile every day, walking
in circles, never going anywhere. The promised destination is unknown and its
ambiguity is its locus of attraction.
Whether you are lost without knowing it or you are
lost and helpless about it, you are just, lost.
Pondering on these thoughts he presumed that just
like the person with the tedium of rituals if he too can conjure his own purpose,
he might start to fill the emptiness. He too can pretend to be in the right
direction and stride towards it with zeal and determination.
Still, he would be lost, no matter what he presumes
and pretends. If the purpose is not quantifiable
then there is no purpose at all and no quantifiable purpose could be eternal,
which nullifies the very idea for the quest of a purpose. This thought shadowed
him and another day passed.
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