The world is changing, mov ing forward, unaccustomed to the fancies and whims of minds and hearts disaffected. The moments and seasons of yester-year fraught with pain and sorrows, somehow forgotten and pushed away. There was and is nothing that could not have and would not have happened that did not happen. The world is a flowing river of disconnected and broken realities streaming together to form a torrent of inevitability that frays the confidences and plans of many. The world still continues on amid the chaos and brokenness.Everything and yet nothing, something caught in the wrinkle of perspectives on either side of promises and hopes, a doctrinal corollary of holding to a status quo definition of morality. Contradictions face the human soul from all directions. There are too many questions that require too many answers, and to begin to account for the motivations of those asking or answering is completely beyond us.
Life is the unseen force that moves us in time, carries us with emotion, pushes us towards a certain awareness, and yet some how is beyond us. We begin wide-eyed with wonder hoping to be and do some thing with our lives. We find ourselves in the latter part of our journeys, with a deeper awareness, being someone and doing something, and we are confounded by the journey. Some where in the middle of our journey we hope to find something of value to latch our hopes and dreams and our beliefs and aspirations towards.
We are grains of sand in the hour-glass of life. We find ourselves awaiting that exciting plunge or remembering it. Yet we are mere actors in the story that unfolds before us. We have our beliefs and con victions, those things we would give our lives for, but for get that maybe not everything we believe in is true and right. We become arrogant fools, so sure of perspectives on life that we wage meaningless battles with others around us. Sometimes though our beliefs and convictions are right and true and necessary. We become wizened sages in bring ing a new perspective to some thing or some one that desperately needed a re-imagination. So we may be yet fools and sages. We are how ever most pretentious when we think we have under stood the world completely. In so doing, we reveal ourselves to be prideful, unapproachable, and close-minded.
So what to do when hopes and dreams are a faint whisper silenced by the chorus of the way things are? I haven’t found an answer to that question yet, but I have a suspicion that it has more to do with how I affect change in my little corner of the world.
Ashish Joy
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