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Can life teach?

It actually began, quite reluctantly. Unnecessary as it may seem, life teaches you what you allow it to teach. Even Life cannot teach you what it offers you. One has to let himself dissolve into the experience and let it sink in, and that I might call religion or education. Whatever the other person is willing to accept. Nay. Does it matter? Nay.

Life is about teaching oneself. Being a self-thought-taught "person", picking up bits and pieces from various experiences, I tread on a path; I have myself laid out for myself. Never have I asked, in other words, begged for words, from "messiahs". Never did I think myself of having enough virtue, call it patience, to learn from others. So "rich" were my experiences.

Things change, dynamically. Responding to an open question, throwing caution to the winds, I immersed myself into a debate, with people who thought, had streamlined their thinking apparatus and abilities. Gradually, they pestered; read "leeched" out of me, my "synthesis" of life, denying it and I, selflessly, gave in. Of my own device, I wanted to help them. This whole experience has been a complete new learning experience for me. When I tell them my thoughts, it is like being crucified and if one understands how it feels, because all they see is the surface. The toil and turmoil is hidden from them and providing them insights is out of limits even for "messiahs".

Face their questions, absurd it may seem, are boundless and profound and answers are none and many. The people, whom I prefer to call as "yuppies" think that they have the synthesis, of some "other" minds. Watching them coerce my inabilities and relishing it, gives me an evil sense of satisfaction. One day, hopefully, they would know what they are talking about and the disease that plagues them is that the "yuppies" hardly practice in real life. Most of them are in it for the fun of it.

Satisfaction from these duels is something that made me glow inside. Ever try to isolate yourself from the "world" and it makes me feel proud. It should not but it does. I guess all have an "innate' sense but the "tabula rasa" is non-existent. Bound by the self defined limitations and realization of the imminence of failure, they have given up. Hope they find the trick lies in learning to use what, how and why. Why is really important!!

Wish I could help them identify this latent talent and wish that they learn that the learning process never ends. Just search for your personal space within the traditional world and discipline and you have made a beginning. One might as well find "it”. What can I say? Just do "it".

Comments

Anonymous said…
wonder what/who brought this on....
Anonymous said…
oh!and this is me!breathless
Teens to Toons said…
Well... breathless...
I can't say what brought this on... but I can feel it and the times have been so... that other than feeling it.. I have no options

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