Life is short , live your dreams..
Chase your happiness, you deserve it ..
Let the World preach , Its my Life ! ..
Why so serious ?
This is what they tell me. This has given me that sense of self worth. These daily quotes give me that daily push. These ads. I love them. They care so much for my happiness. Whatever my mind says, they deliver . I feel like the center of the Universe. I walk on this planet like a King. All its resources and beings -living or non living are tools to further my existence. My life has only one rule , one ethic- The Pursuit Of Happiness. My freedom , my rights are paramount. I am the worthiest. This is what “they” say , they can’t lie. My sensory sojourns are taken care of by them . I am full. Never deprived.
I know my time is limited. I will ensure I “use” and consume it fully. Whatever I need , is up there in that catalogue. Everything from the tiniest atom to the loftiest visible object , all exist to make my life better here. I am worthy. They keep telling me .
One thing haunts me though. Why do I become serious sometimes? When it comes to those unpleasant times? Why can’t I be nonchalant then too? What is that I fear losing in those times? If life is a joke, why can’t I laugh at my miseries? Why don’t those ads seem pleasant during those times? They say all I need is a lot of stuff. I have it. And “they” are always there to load me with more stuff and “happiness”. But why do I get serious when things don’t go my way?
They tell me that there have been some extraordinary non-serious people like Guru Nanak, Kabir Das, and Meera Bai. They tell me that the more they lost, the happier they became. The more they gave, the fuller they felt. What was that brand of non-seriousness? Why don’t they show it in the ads? Weren’t those people advised by their minds and adversities to “go for it” and “get” what they deserved and wanted?
Probably they did what they wanted, just as I am doing. But they were not serious. Even I am not. It’s just that I get ruffled easily and “they” rush to make me OK again. But I do suffer. Those non serious people soared over the sea of suffering. I would love to soar too, learn their brand of non-seriousness someday and embrace their carefree mode of existing.
Even as these questions arise , I can see that “they” are coming. They tell me that the World’s economy runs on my happiness. They can go to any extent to cheer me up. They are always working on that. They have toys for every occasion. Whenever I become serious or turn inward, they present a new toy which keeps me sane and practical. They tell me real detachment is about staying away from those tough questions which pop up when suffering strikes.
Those fakirs must have been really weird people. Who can stay in joy just like that ? Without any help from “them” ? Their non seriousness must be a myth. Mine is real. The purpose of Life is to chill. Time to see my therapist and then I am off for shopping. I can’t stay serious for long.