Max was born on March 21st 2006.
He came exactly 2 months later on the 21st.
13 years and 9 months later, he was cremated on the 21st.
Should I consider 21 and 21st as lucky or unlucky numbers?
I understand how my moronic species seeks patternicity in randomness, seeks meaning in randomness, and deluding oneself in finding meaning when there is a question out there to find meaning - and build culture, region and cults.
Life is not full of randomness but life is randomness.
We crawled out of the ocean by sheer randomness and we breath in and out every moment now by randomness.
I refuse to be fooled by randomness but instead embrace it like air, water, and food - an essential source of life on earth.
So do I consider 21 or 21st as a lucky or unlucky number?
Neither.
I am grateful that Max came into my life irrespective of some random date. I am grateful he had a good life and a peaceful death.
I am immensely grateful for that without finding meaning, patternicity, self-delusion, ideology, nor any freaking meaning.
The right questions to ask are - how can give back (and stop taking) for this beautiful life? how can I stop doing bad (much easier than doing good)? what I can do to reduce pain and suffering?
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