Is life a game?
You are probably reading this in your bedroom sitting on your chair, and you are definitely wearing some clothes. So I ask you a question: for what purpose?
Can we ever feel peace? Does real peace exist? To feel true peace of mind, we have to search for it.
To the average man death is by no means a pleasant subject or topic for discussion. It is something dismal and oppressive — a veritable kill-joy, a topic fit for a funeral house only
Why are you wearing the clothes and what purpose does the chair fulfill? Since these are rhetorical questions you don’t have to answer, because we all know the answer. The chair’s purpose is to allow us to sit down by supporting our weight, and our clothes fulfill the purpose of keeping us warm, hiding our nakedness and making us look good!
Now from your bedroom let me transport you to a forest somewhere in the world; this forest obviously has trees and on a particular tree there is a moth. This moth is on the tree drinking its sap, underneath that moth there is another moth and its role is somewhat bizarre, it drinks the excrement of the first moth. This is because the first moth almost instantaneously removes its waste while drinking the sap. You are probably thinking, where I am going with this? Read more…
In some situations, isn’t it difficult to feel at peace? After all, there are certain things that upset the peace for almost all of us. For example, isn’t it irritating when we are relaxing at home, and suddenly a car alarm starts going off? Or when we can hear a tap dripping? How about when there is a fly buzzing near our ear? Or when we are on a long flight and can hear babies constantly crying? In such conditions, a lot of us would think to ourselves, “I need some peace and quiet!” In fact, the longer the noise continues, the more we start to crave peace. Read more…
The average man, immersed as he is in the self, ever seeking after the pleasurable, ever pursuing that which excites and gratifies the senses, refuses to pause and ponder seriously that these very objects of pleasure and gratification will some day reach their end.
If wise counsel does not prevail and urge the unthinking pleasure-seeking man to consider seriously that death can knock at his door also, it is only the shock of a bereavement under his own roof, the sudden and untimely death of a parent, wife or child that will rouse him up from his delirious round of sense-gratification and rudely awaken him to the hard facts of life. Then only will his eyes open, then only will he begin to ask himself why there is such a phenomenon as death. Why is it inevitable? Why are there these painful partings which rob life of its joys? Read more…