Second life

Second Life

It’s been long now since my conscious have goaded to articulate my thoughts, and as I think more of it in the years to follow probably I might as well devote a principal amount of my leisure time in this. People who have great revere for literature have always accounted for others that “Books are once best friend” but I want to further add to it, its not just the words that you read, its also the thought rather I should say the thought process that an individual cultivate that befits as once best pal.

The truth we all deny and yet that exist, death. But what exactly is it that’s adds mystic to death. From the way I look as it, its mystical for it’s an alteration from mortality to immortality. And Immortality is mystical as we are not aware of what is it like. Probably when there is enough technology or science to thwart death, then perhaps the death will loose its mystical nature. But an alternate view too this may be, that if death doesn’t not exist then how will you fathom it? Will reincarnation die? Since we all would knew that death did exist, will then mortality admit the same mystical nature and hence will death’s numinous halo further widen?

Well, I was here to confer rather fantasize a plan for my second (I think!!) life, and I had taken the liberty of the snail pace of scientific advancement to assume so. I am not believer in reincarnation theory (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reincarnation) but the idea does fantasize me.

Retrospection has vague line of attack full of viciousness when it punches back. Of late this war has been raged between me and my thoughts. It’s not a war in clear terms, I was in fact just trying to enlist the decision that I had made in the past and trying to weigh them in the present context. I still remember the lines from the poem I had memorized way back in childhood The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (link to poem).

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

For life it’s the not just the two roads that one faces, rather there is a cris-cross of decision that one has to take. No. I’m not telling you what this has to do with me. Just that one can keep on weighing the options, but eventually one will have to make a decision. But but following the right decision making process is no guarantee that the decision itself is correct. If and when you screw up, there is no place for regret.
There’s Chinese folk tale about a donkey that starved to death at equal distances from two equally large bales of hay, because it couldn’t decided which one to go to. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buridan’ass )

The do’s don’ts of life has no rules its insanely vague what we decide at the end it’s a complex brain chemistry that rules us, the Na+ and K+ ions plays it on all on us. And then ball is in our court and we are left to comprehend the atrocious nature of the decision and deal with the after math of it. I want to exhort is that we can always decide the kind of life we want to live.

There is a great heap of restructuring that I want to do in my next life, but the human nature of no eternal independence to carry forward the thoughts have tied me to further linger on such thoughts. Also does retrospection have an end??

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