What makes it so difficult... this global pandemic. It comes with the mantra that the world has been chanting so long...Suspect all, Trust none. This isn't the time to sit and lament. And lament what really...! Injustice? As if that began with the pandemic! Forget about the larger picture, for there is no one world. We all have our own worlds and the larger world is just a composite collective of all these little worlds which constitute life. Injustice has been rampant in all our worlds. Think of the last time we returned another's trust with unreasonable calculations. The last time when in the name of wisdom we crushed the child within us and those around us and dismissed it all as incoherent craziness.. What are we craving? Absence of love? Remember the last time you suspected the motives of love coming your way quite unnecessarily...? Lack of human touch, human interactions? But weren't we getting accustomed to interacting with the world and the fellow human beings only to satisfy our own purpose...What hurts? Uncertainties, I guess. Quite justifiably so. The uncertainties linked to the realization that no matter how much of a grand halo we have imagined behind our heads, we are still unthinkably small...so very small that we must sit and wait to be rescued from this threat to life. We have all spoken big. Inside our heads. Grand narratives of the quintessential human goodness embodied by our divine existences. All our stories about ourselves stand threatened. We are upset by this disturbing violation of the omnipotent story of existence we had construed about humankind in general and our little selves, in particular. Our large leaps in ambition where we deserted humility... This time comes to us as a lesson in the lost humility... Perhaps just to show us that we are collectively as a race, indeed insignificant. It is important to acknowledge our shortcomings. It is important to accept the finitude of life against the infinite eternal. Oh yes, we can still go on with grand debates of theology, religion, theism, atheism and lots of more existential wisdom. Our stories have carried us along long enough. We've floated boats of futile egotism in the sea of these uncountable stories about ourselves, our theories, our arguments. And here comes the tempest. And it's time we also ask ourselves - for those believing in human beings to be at the top of the hierarchical order of this living world, how does it feel to be stuck endangered? Nature may be healing, but how about the Homo Sapiens?
Let's not make it just a prolonged endeavour in stroking our deflated egos with stories of how everything will be alright once again...
Let's not make it just a prolonged endeavour in stroking our deflated egos with stories of how everything will be alright once again...
