Mind is probably our biggest burden. It holds life in its hands and strangles it for logic. It leaves us apprehensive. Apprehensive about the things we do. Apprehensive when we can’t figure out what to do. Apprehensive. Just, apprehensive. No, that’s not funny. Imagine our mental restlessness to place things in boxes that we lay down on our backs look at the beautiful sky and try and make sense of the shape of the clouds. That, looks like an elephant! Ya.. that’s like a bird.
We are constantly killing ourselves to make sense. We take pride to tell..,” hey you know I am wiser!” Well, has anyone ever been able to define even one percent of what exactly wisdom means? Socrates too washed his hand off saying, “Hey! I know nothing!”
We make judgements and feel bad about them, But wasn’t that the whole point of experiences and learning’s... to able to judge better, know things before they happen? But we do get hit; we stumble upon road blocks, fall with our face down …flat! Our logic takes a wrong ‘U’ turn gets caught by the police of life, gets heavily fined for getting into a wrong lane- loses out on petrol stops in the middle of the road when signal changes green and everybody moves honking annoyingly at it.. While it just stands there…with its face down it slowly pushes to the side.
Logic is a myth, a maze, a drug we take to be able to handle the ambiguities of life. Logic comforts us. True. But that may not be our reality! Just a beautiful illusion that tucks life into it's warm blanket to prevent it from the winter chill!