The Confused Musings Of Kiraka D.M: Life Musings

Part 1

What really is life? Is life even real? What even constitutes reality?

Life is different things to different people. Life is money. Life is sex. Life is knowledge. Life is partying. Aside from breathing, life really has no single definition. Life is religion. Life is power. Life is politics. Life is law and order. Life is drugs. Life is sobriety. Life is life. Life does what life does and therefore adheres to no Diety nor plans. Life is just complex.

Seeing as to how life can be so diverse, it is my belief that we live as we believe life means to us. No two people can lead the same kind of life. There could be a few similar setpieces but the flow of life is as vast as the number of people on earth. Human complexity oversimplify life and overcomplicate the simplicity of life. Life is simply too complex to be understood and understanding life might be the end of living. The moment the winds of life are at our whims, manipulation checks in. Humanity simply cannot be trusted with such immoderate power. What we see; shreds of our thoughts interacting with the planes of perception is life and that's how it is. Life is an illusion; an artist's masterpiece perhaps. And how interesting that the only real thing about life is death. Life is mortality and mortality is a perception that's certainly indicates that life has occured. That which lives has to die. That which died must have had life.

Whenever things hit a brick wall, or fuck us up in the anus with mock, it has been drilled in our ever expansive brains that a short request to a certain Diety provides answers to those difficult questions life tasks us with. That ask and it shall be given. Nothing wrong with belief, except that life bears no respect to belief in its abstract form. Pray and it shall be given. No. Do and you shall be rewarded. Do and you might never be rewarded. Seems unfair but that's just life. Life rewards morons and punishes the good. Life favours the forever prosperous with more prosperity and flips the bird to those languishing in peruny with more misery. Life makes parties stressful to others and funerals parties for others. We all want to be fair. That's why we have rules. But life is life and life is a big dick. Rules will take us to a certain point, beyond which, in the abyss of uncertainity, in the realms beyond reality, in the swollen darkness of the unknown, life takes its course and metes out justice in accordance with its own twisted mind.

Part 2

Life is reality and reality is a nightmare with pockets of sweet dreams. The cornucopia of well-being is an idea that exists in the sweet dreams and to some, sweet dreams are a peak too high to be soared. It's a climax that can't be reached even with effort and effort is a deliberate force that gets things done. As such, unjust reward- failure of reward, is perhaps what makes life pain for others because life is pain. That effort can go unnoticed and unappreciated, that reward could befall the luckiest jackass instead of the most knocked by hardwork is a travesty of justice. It's so unbecoming and uncouth of life. It's as if the angel of reward formed a neat yaw upon coming across hardwork and effort and talent and ambition and deciding to go instead to the cunning and cheat, leaving behind a sack of frustration and indignation.

The illusion of reality could be ruthless. It favours the persistent ones and the consistent once but unfortunately the lucky ones( lucky is used loosely here) too. Effort can take you places but the draw favours the lucky gambler.  There are human beings. Then there are human beings who just are and bemoaning the Diety of unfairness is misadviced. Not much progress can be gained from sitting. A prayer should be a declaration,not a plea. But unfortunately life doesn't owe us the reward anyway. Life demands its reward from us. It's insane, all a labyrinth of confusion and derision, a cacophany of pure madness and misunderstanding. Sometimes in life rooftops are walked on and ceilings shield you from rain. Life is madness. Humanity is madness. Madness that builds structures taller than the tallest landmark. Nothing in life will ever be equal. The best will always have someone better than them, and its okay. At a hundred steps, there is one at a thousand. At a thousand steps, there is one at one thousand five hundred. Comparing yourself to them is pointless. What, you thought you were the most talented? The fairest of them?  Well you aren't. You today should be better than you yesterday, that should be the goal. Besides, being first is an illusion. What makes the first the best? The most beautiful? And the first certainly had another to look up to don't they? That makes the one they look up to the first.  Being first doesn't mean approval from the seven billion of us. It just means getting approval from those that love and enjoy what you do. Which leaves enough room at the top for those not intimidated by life's shrewd dealings.

Life is different things to different people. The illusion of knowledge, religion, power should not be used as a cocoon to discrete oneself from the rest of humanity. We are all part of this story. So while we are all stars of our own universe, where we are the throbbing epicentre of our world, projecting that vibe kindly to the perception around you is the ultimate beat of being. That is truly being a star. That is life- being part of the story. Accepting that while life is an illusion and a morass of confusion,  somewhere in the dirt of its being, if you look carefully, you will find meaning. Because that's just life- Life is hope. Ultimately we define what life means to us.