A Prodigal Comment?

Originally posted on the Non-Sensei's comments dabba...

And sometimes we try to extract so much meaning from life, keep re-re-re-defining the meaning of life in our cherished personal way, in a way that we feel that no one other than ourself would understand the pains and joys and various other emotions associated with our definition of life... Don't you think so? And frustration builds up because you don't find any other person who can exactly tally with your emotions...

And then one fine day, you wake up and see that life is nothing but a random series of emotions and thoughts hitting your brain, there seems to be no need to extract meaning from life but just accept the randomness as you go along. And a very surprising fact surfaces... that when you choose to believe in the randomness of life, you are actually able to see the order innately flowing within life, and once you choose to believe in this order of life, everything collapses to meaninglessness. And you are left searching for the order, the meaning to your life... yet again.

Why this must be, I know not. Do you?

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Etched into sandalwood,
My eternal throughput.
There is no joy, no pain...
My eternal sadness, forever remains...