Now
and then there is a conversation so deep and meaningful that it stays with you
long after. Now and then you catch yourself thinking and mulling over it. I like such conversations… Even when I am only
listening to two individuals talk, as long as the talk is civil, intelligent,
deep and has an element of fun. They give me space and opportunity to think
about things from a distance. After two of such conversations, I thought and
found that I could understand myself better when I classify myself
circumstantially – sometimes tortoise and mostly hare, mostly fox and seldom
hedgehog.
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There
are things I don’t want to think about, rabbitholes I am too scared to enter.
One of them is “meaning of life”, my own life. What is my purpose? Is it possible
(or even preferable) to break from my biological dispositions and succumb to making
my own individual being as the pivot of all major life decisions? Do I have any
free will or is it just an illusion and we are all pre-programmed and pre-destined
to play our parts in the story of life? Has this story gone off script and we
are all still scurrying towards doom, too blinded by our primitive and tribal instincts
to even see it?
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