Life, well, let me think about it. Life seems to be a problem for some, while a solution for others. People are living their lives in the ways which are forced to them or in the ways they want to do it. There is not a third way. Either you have to do it or somebody or something else will.
Life is mostly a mystery, which is yet to be cracked, yet to be explored. Most of it is unseen. The part of life that is visible to us depends on two things: One, our ways of living it and Second, our efforts to know it. The more we live our life, more we know about it. Of course, you have to be interested enough to want to know more about it.
There are things we like and then there is hatred for hundreds of things. We feel proud sometimes and at other times, it is pain and embarrassment. Life comes in many flavours. Your flavour is decided by mixing YOU in it. Life is colourless by itself. It is a picture, or rather a big canvas or any other form of art. Art is interpreted differently by different people, Life is no exception. Some appreciate and some show their disgrace.
My idea of living life is to find more about it, more and more till my desires are fulfilled. A journey to find the best, not what is best for all of us, but what is best for me. I would not want to suffer, I would want to be happy, fulfil all my desires, expressed or unexpressed, born and unborn. I am a human being. Let’s leave big talks for Gods; the Gods of small things.