Time is chasing after us...

It struck me as a novel thought...lost i was...rather foolish all this while. We often question ourselves with some over-thought questions - why do we exist? What is our purpose of living? and all that can be imagined of. But did we actually think of what can be the purpose of our living. People, like us or me, lost in their drill; chasing passion in some form or the other. Money, food, status or flesh; never do they realise that time is chasing us. We plan for our future, but somebody else is keeping a count of what we are left with. We never plan for our future on that scale. Do we? We never say that i am left with 10 years so i would make my future in these 10 years. The moment a clock is put on our face we feel -" this is it". We become pessimistic, our thoughts run us down.

But then we ponder "where is the solution?", if there is any. For how long can that formula be used? Can it provide us all the happiness we seek? Of course there is. But everyone's gotta explore it in their own way.

Personally I dont know what keeps me happy. Or may be i do, but don't acknowledge it to be one. Everynight if I wish to keep a vow for tomorrow, i might or i might not. Am i that flimsy? I wonder!!

Am i looking for any answers at all??

The otherday i was disowned(..or may be i took it way too seriously) by a professer. He said that people who are not happy now (at my age) cannot be happy in future. My immediate reaction was " Who gives him the right to say so?". So what if he has experience. If his soul was in my body probably it would have felt the same.

But then if I (or people like me) are sad so what are we doing about it. Do we sleep with it everynight and think that probably next morning our fate might play the gamble and give us a better opportunity to be happy? We never question our fate. We are so reliant on it that we leave everything to it we share almost all our failures with it. That's even better than what the best-est friend one has would share. But we never think what forms our fate. Is that also something very fateful, leading this entire process itno a vicious loop.

The child in me still wants to go out on a rainy day and play in a puddle of mud. The more i get closer to concrete the more i feel going back to my humane roots. I wish the world was not all this selfish. So am I? Can i change the things around me? No is all i hear in almost all cases. The moment i start thinking i can i might edge towards becoming selfish. So where do we draw the line? Where do we say that no matter what happens i wouldn't budge in such a circumstance.

And i believe humanity has always been troubled with such questions.
The questions with no answers..or may be excessively private answers.

I wish to explore mine.