"An Absurd Reminder"

A group of quiescent birds hover through the sky. The clouds are drowsy. The footsteps are in lethargy. There is listlessness everywhere.

I still hear restless souls, even in this corner of the world, being silenced by a corporeal desire for subsistence-- the struggle to find the means to live as to find the raison d'être in living. Sadly, the purpose-- of which happiness is at times compromised-- is put into question.

And what is life if not an act of repetition? “Life is absurd," says Albert Camus. " [And it becomes] tragic only at the rare moments when [one] becomes conscious [of it].”

And here I am, after a latent repose, experiencing the angst of futility. 

Follow, I may ask: How do we live in such a world that, even in the very best of what we do, still we end up dying and with no shortage of pain each day? And here we are, condemned to death at the very outset of birth, still strive to outlive our mortality. What value does it make?

A dreadful sigh consoles my mind. The questions are just too much to bear. The answer, which may or may not be comforting, is nowhere to be found.

But, I know one thing: "inactivity"-- the failure to respond to any given situation, with or without any assurance of favorable consequences, is never a victory! 

Hence, I must do something. 

I can't remain sedentary, indolent and sluggish of the inevitable. I must not surrender to the monotony of life. I must, instead, despite all grim realities, learn to "accept" what is given and "shape" what lies in front of me. 

I need to give it all and refuse to be broken by these challenges easily. After all, the world has always been fair since it has been unfair to everyone. 

So, there isn't much that I can do to life. There is no escape-route. The fact remains that there will always be pain and death even in success and failure.

I must, henceforth, confront life with the passion to find meaning in suffering and the willingness to find reason in every madness.

18.02.2020

05:52 AM