You know, there are times when you actually take some time to think about the things that you've done in life and reflect on the decisions that you have made over your lifetime. Often when I do something like that it always reminds me of a poem called the Road not taken by Robert Frost and when I do that it just reminds me of that feeling of indecision that you have when you first make a decision.
That sense of uncertainty clouds your decisions but we try to look down as far as we can to the outcome of the decisions the greatest possible extent of our abilities. But, the truth is we don't really know what is good for us and that in itself makes prediction futile effort because you really cannot control the future and its meanly external influences that govern the final outcome.
it reminds me of a hadeeth, in which essentially it is said that what we think is good for us may actually be bad for us and we think is bad for us may be good for us and truth that is the whole mystery of life because as Robert Frost craftily mentioned in his home way leads on to way and you cannot look far enough to actually comprehend the holistic nature of your decision and how it affects the world as a whole.
At times you'd like to think, that your decisions are for the best and in truth we really don't know what it's for the best. A person who got a full scholarship to perhaps from the best universities in the world may die in a plane crash on his way to the country that he wants to study in.
So in truth what do we actually understand about life, comes back to an old saying “Que Sera, Sera…The Future’s Not Ours To See”.
And that the beauty of life. It's a mixture of uncertainty, mystery and expectation we try to achieve what we think will actually make us happy. Like Benjamin Franklin said “everyone has a right to the pursuit of happiness”.
So, as Robert Frost learned through his exploration of life he just turned three words from studying it so deeply so many times and with such great care as well. He just turned three words, and he could summarize everything he had learned about life in just three words “It goes on”.
Perhaps, the world we are in is beyond our comprehension. And sometimes I like to think of it as man creating an inanimate object that the chair or a wooden frame, we have created will never be able to understand or comprehend the complexity that we are or what we do. Simply put, we are something incomprehensible, simply because we have made it incomprehensible. It is an inanimate object, that has no mind and has no soul.
Similarly, we are created and therefore we really do not have the ability to understand or comprehend created us.
And therefore continue to ponder about life, and how meaningless rank is in life, and how pointless decisions are in life, and most importantly how pointless life would be if there were no afterlife is there really was no reckoning for what we did. I mean, if we are given wealth, and knowledge and if we do not choose to use these gifts for the benefit of our communities, then what purpose does either knowledge or wealth serve if we are not even using it so that we can become people were better respected and more importantly be remembered in society.
Because, once we pass away is simply our actions that are remembered: what we did for others.
in truth, life in itself seems like it just seems to go on and on and on just like a mirage.all the benefits, all the fame, although well and all the nobility and rank seems so pointless, because in truth if we pursue what we think to be or what we believe to be something that will bring us happiness because essentially happiness is what we want. Then, we will be truly disappointed because it is the ability to smile knowing that you are not beholden to anyone or anything that gives you two have been.
Mrs. Debose, from “To kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, understood that but she could never understand that there is no difference between a black man and a white man. But she understood, that as long as she was addicted to morphine, she would never be able to die in peace.
The racist, old and senile woman could understand that - and we all the way in the 21st century still pursue what we believe, is happiness, when it is simply a Pandora's box. I do not condone loving wealth, or rank, or fame, or even nobility for that matter. What I simply dislike is when people have simply too much money or wealth or fame or mobility to know what to do with and that is when they start abusing it.