Is there a Justification?

It sometime amazes me to think, how with so much of dexterity we try to justify the wrongs, especially if we know for sure that it is beyond our factulties, beyond our strength to win against the source of the wrong, the epicentre of the immense bottomless pain that we are subjected to. May be, it emnates from the hypothesis called the suvival of the fittest. We survive, to a great extent because we do not know. This not knowing allows us to believe in the beauty of life and to live our life without attempting to shorten the span of the futile exercise, which sooner or later is bound to come to an end, no matter how hard we might try. We turn our face from the ugliness which arise from the randomness inherent in the basic design of the network. We try to imagine a pattern which is nowhere, try to detect order, when there is none. All that is true is chaos, disorder and incoherence. What could justify the universe which allows a new life come to existence without an opportunity to see or know. Not that the event of new life coming to existence is something wrong, what I have problem with is in getting to terms with the fact that the one responsible for it to come in being is not around to welcome the soul. How could one justify this as act of God or Act of nature, both God and Nature I have been culturally conditioned to respect both. It is difficult to go unfazed in the trust that one places in the benevolent, all powerful forces, call it nature or God. As I prepare to welcome the extention of my being into future, as I pole vault my DNA to beyond my lifescope, and prepare an umbrella our the head of the soul yet to breathe life and try to stretch it from one end ot the sky to another, there is a corner in my heart which silently weeps for the other soul which would come to life arond the same time, but whose umbrella has been taken away by a storm. I think, it is the corner of dead tissues in heart, which shows as inactive in reports. May God have mercy on the the little one and the blessed mother.

The unalterable course of life

You know the ideal way of life would be to first be old, when you are weak and you need a lot of wisdom and patience, and then be child, pursue art, profession wherever the heart may be, with childlike vigour and enthusiasm and having earned the wherewithalls finally, be young to enjoy the spoils of the win. But unfortunately, as nature would have it, we do not live life in that order. And, since we do not live in that order, we all tend to go through the same route, committing similar mistakes, moving across the same fault lines. What would be worse is to not resign to the fate and trying to pull and bring in one phase of life into another. What a great act of foolhardy! you lose out the best in both the life phases in question. There seems to be a danger in letting oneself flow in life, as dangerous as lying effortlessly in the river, till the split-second before you begin to drown. That split second moment of trust and letting go eventually metamorphoses into a journey of unrestrained happiness across large stretch of uninhabited land, a journey that stretches from eternity, unto eternity. As you work not because your life depends on it, but because the sweat out of the hard work is as enjoyable as a drop of sweat oozing off your forehead after a challenging game of soccer, or after you reach to the top of the hill, you collapse into a delirium, which makes the entire journey such a great source of happiness, that you really understand what it meant when some one says that the journey is the destination.