One of the reasons the film Inception really settled down in my mind is because of the whole idea of the “idea” which takes root in our mind and we cannot shake it off. We sit on it, we brood about it and maybe, if we are feeling less lazy that particular day, we do something about it.
But, overall, life is pretty simple if you play by the rules; rules written by some people who are long since turned to dust. But the words etched with the blood of those forced to adhere to remains. The ghost of the past still haunts us all.
We all have a role to play in the larger scheme of things. No, I don’t mean destiny because that part may be true. What I’m referring to is the role society puts you up to when you’re born.
A name tag to identify you as the progeny of a couple living in a certain age, an upbringing following the code of conduct of a particular society. It’s all jolly well until an emptiness seizes you while following the script to a dot.
Remember ‘Que sera, sera’? It means ‘whatever will be, will be’.
I wonder if that is really the case, what role do our choices play in our lives? If it was meant to happen, as they always say, then do I really need to be calculating about my life choices?
We make choices of our “free will” but have your ever thought of your options? Our options are the ones accepted by the system. Defer from them and oh, you’re a social pariah.
I don’t claim to understand life.
But if that is the philosophy of life, I wonder, why not be a leaf in the river, drifting where it will take you. Life would be so much simple if we all submit to “fate”. That’s an idea.
Where is the complication?
The questions that you should be asking is why is no one happy with the system or why are we restless and lost with a haze on our eyes and a lock on our common sense.
We’re drowning in everything: Misconceptions, bias, hate, jealousy, soul-crushing depression. Everything is overwhelming. Where is the will to live?
I don’t have answers. But what works is denial. Below is a conversation we have all had in our lives, either as A or as B. Some days we are A, and other days we are B.