We take birth. We die. And in the meantime, we live. We see the world. We see the nature. We see mountains ranging from the Himalayas, to the Andes, the Alborz, the Rockies, the Appalachians, the Rwenzori, to the Pyrenees. We see the myriad trees, rivers of flowing water, lakes and the grandeur of the seven oceans. We encounter days and nights. We see light and we see darkness. We see other humans too. We see people very unalike, different to each other. Some tall, some short. Some white, some coloured. Some small, some big and some, somewhere in between. Some nice and some not so. Some we know, others we don’t. Some we like, some we don’t. Some we love and unfortunately, some we hate. We are not alone though. We have company of over nine million other species of animals, sharing this planet.
We not only see, but also interact. Interaction forms the basis of life. What constructs life is this interaction, between us and everything that is not us.
In the midst of this constant unravelling of unending beauty and enigma, we spend the days of our lives. As if we are floating in an ocean of happenings and astound by its sheer grandeur and magnitude. Astound by anything and everything surrounding us, influencing us, shaping us. Clueless as to why we are a part of this magnanimous reality. Our actions determining the direction we take, the path we follow, but unable to escape its grasp, the grasp of life.
As if, it’s all magic!
But magic lies.
Magic is nothing but deception. The deception of the mind, the blinding of the eye, to give rise to an alternate reality.
Lies concealed behind every truth. Darkness masked behind the light. Sadness engrained in every smile.
In the shadow of this so-called perfect world, lies the untold and unheard stories of pain, suffering, injustice, heart-break and loss. Often neglected and bid goodbye to. These hidden truths being uncovered in the pursuit of knowledge, stemmed from an, often disruptive and dangerous but undiminishing curiosity.
Nineteen million died in the First World War. Over seventy million more perished in the Second World War (three percent of the world population in 1940). At least a hundred and eight million people were killed in wars in the twentieth century. Every year over three million deaths occur due to harmful uses of alcohol. Every year more than eight million deaths occur from usage of tobacco. More than two million people face drug related problems every year. Unfortunately, humans aren’t the only victims of humans. The sky is chocking with pollution, leading to global warming which further leads to glaciers melting and sea levels rising. Trees being cut down devilishly. Animals being hunted down whenever and wherever possible.
Humans killing other humans. Sometimes for mere ideological differences. Sometimes for different believes. Sometimes for different Gods.
Suddenly, the most intelligent species on Earth, doesn’t seem so intelligent at all. Suddenly, all this charm, grandeur, pulchritude, beaut, not so beautiful anymore.
The sheer terror unleashed and practiced by humans on other humans and planet-mates in multifarious forms, is, unforgivable in the least, but unbelievable. It raises many questions. Do we have right over others' lives? Is it not time to stop acting like we do? Do we have the right to consider ourselves superior to others? Is it not time we stop acting that way? Do we have the right to slow-poison this planet to death? Is it not time we stop doing so? Do we deserve to live on this planet? ………….
I guess, the planet will answer itself.
The perception of humanity progressing ahead to accomplish more, to triumph over the limitations set by nature, is rather destructive. It, like a magic spell, has conquered every human mind and encompasses us like a blanket. Like magic, it is making us see, what is not, and not, what is. Hiding the reality, where in many respects, humanity is going backwards rather than forward. Blinding us, from seeing the often noxious, detrimental and monstrous nature of humans.
In order for humanity to truly progress ahead, it is necessary not to commit the same grisly and grievous deeds of our ancestors. For which, we must first accept our often-destructive nature. For which, we must see through the magic.
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