The Perfect World...

I'll cut down right to the chase. I think, it’s a chaotic world. No one knows what are they doing and what are they supposed to do in their limited time here. The world is one big giant unruly mesh of confused people roving around with his own perceptions and delusions of the big picture wandering in this huge jungle, we call ‘Life’. Money drives most of them; well some of them at least, the rest blindly follow the select few believing that their destination might as well be their own, only because everyone else is on the same road, in the same race, and of course, ‘Everyone’ can’t be wrong ! It’s a vicious cycle where each follows the other thinking that the latter might know the road ahead. NO ONE THINKS.

Cut to scenario 2, where I might have over-thought the scene here. Everyone knows everything they need to know, and see precisely what they are doing. Every person before me has already thought all about this (what I am beginning to think. Quarter-Life crisis, maybe) and decided that since happiness is extremely rare, it’ll be available only to a chosen few. And to select those few, there’ll be a test. A brutal cut-throat test where the objective is to earn money, as much as you possibly can. The ones who pass attain happiness. The ones who don’t toil for the rest of their lives, on the very road. Short, simple and sweet. Money = Happiness. Concise and precise. So, apparently, I don’t have a clue what I am talking about and am completely disillusioned while everyone in fact is on the correct path, where they know exactly what they want, why they want, and what they’ll do with it once they get what they want, or at least what they are going after. (I actually remember an exercise, where we were meant to speak our plans if we had 10 crore rupees to be spent in 10 days. Spent, not invested or donated. Spent. Everyone fared poorly. Strange, eh?).

Although I am not absolutely sure, let’s assume that I am not insane (for now) , because well, I am the one writing here.
Although I don't remember my mother having me tested, I am not crazy (Ha !). I totally understand the significance of money. When you are an only child having to fend for your parents, and a younger sister to look out for. I get it, when some disease strikes from nowhere and all your life savings are gone in a flash. I am not denouncing Lakshmi Mata, no. All I am saying is, it’s not the end, just the means. The means to a perfect world.

The perfect world. Coming to think of it, how would it be? What would it be like?

Was it in the past? Quite Possible. I was a kid back then. Without an iota of responsibility to bother about, the only thing I ever gave a penny about was my school, and then of course the exams. Unlike today, my metaphorical shoulders were always free from any burden. Not that I have too many now, but it was a different high on life on an altogether different level. School, home, lunch, homework, and then OUTSIDE (football, cricket, bicycle, friends), the world was all mine to seek and find.

Or is it in the future?

A Family and friends hearty lunch at Bora Bora islands? (Google it, trust me).

Or A toy train ride in the fog, with the ‘one’ in Dehradun?

Or A wandering quest in the Himalayas trying to find ‘Him’?

I am still finding mine.

The point here is that the perfect world is always in the past or in the future. But it’s never now. Unless we want to be. We were either happier or we will be soon. And this goes on forever. Until we die of course.

Everybody dies, but not everyone lives, as they say.

Let's live, people.