Most often than not, we come across questions like “where do you live?” “What do you do for living?”
When I sit back and think, there are these basic questions which haunt me…
Do I really live or am I a mere survivor?
What is my understanding of life? Live In Frustration for Ever?!?!?
Is life too simple to remain simple or is it simply complex? Is it too unfathomable?
Is the reality what we understand really real or is there some thing more real than the reality we perceive? Is the so called harsh reality really harsh or we perceive them to be harsh as it does not suit us or our wisdom?
If Life is too wonderful to be spent worrying, why are we constantly looking out for problems and wait for them to turn into happiness to enjoy them? Do I really need to go through blindness to understand the beauty of vision? Why aren’t we happy? If we think we are, are we?
Ignorance is bliss. Hence growing up is always a punishment as we tend to get into the illusion of knowledge.
Are we living in a matrix of illusion? Is life a continuous dream and when we die here we wake up some where else & get into another dream?
I bet life is a paradox.
When I sit back and think, there are these basic questions which haunt me…
Do I really live or am I a mere survivor?
What is my understanding of life? Live In Frustration for Ever?!?!?
Is life too simple to remain simple or is it simply complex? Is it too unfathomable?
Is the reality what we understand really real or is there some thing more real than the reality we perceive? Is the so called harsh reality really harsh or we perceive them to be harsh as it does not suit us or our wisdom?
If Life is too wonderful to be spent worrying, why are we constantly looking out for problems and wait for them to turn into happiness to enjoy them? Do I really need to go through blindness to understand the beauty of vision? Why aren’t we happy? If we think we are, are we?
Ignorance is bliss. Hence growing up is always a punishment as we tend to get into the illusion of knowledge.
Are we living in a matrix of illusion? Is life a continuous dream and when we die here we wake up some where else & get into another dream?
I bet life is a paradox.