My conscious always searching ...for an answer. What does it mean to be alive?....As far I am concern, I felt that it meant to live intensely.....though need not be a new order of life.....but it that makes a person the most vibrant...and the most radiant...reflecting the glow of nature from within.
But truly can we catch that verihood of life in this kind of self analysis? The poet will say no.....but I am an accountant and only would write out of hours.....
My notes show a classification of some states in which I feel I am live and, few in which I feel I only exist. All the states where I am alive I have added a 'plus' and all those states where I existed I have put a 'minus' meaning I am just dead in those hours. But of course, I also found out that there are many scores of sub-states which are too obscure for me to analyze.
The first observation was.....I seem to live when I am creating something---------writing this article, for instance; making a sketch, or even working on the Risk Factors of financials in my office, or even writing a fiction for some magazine.
Yes! Art certainly vitalizes me. A good novel, some poems, some pictures...even some beautiful buildings and monuments. of history....affect me as though I took the artist's blood into my own veins. And there are times even.... my perceptions go beyond any one's imagination....which perhaps no artist can penetrate.......But the reality is always behind the curtain though......
The mountains and the sea and stars....nature ..all the old subjects of a thousand poets...renew life in me.
Love is life, vital and intense. Very real to me also is the love one bears one's friends.
I live when I am stimulated by good conversation, good argument. There is just this vitality...in just dealing with ideas.....to me at least very real.
I live when I am singing.....and dancing....and even in pressure of danger...racing the mortar bikes...
I feel very much alive in the presence of genuine sorrow.
I live when I cook.....when I feed people...
I live when I laugh -spontaneously and heartily.
So, dear friends.....I know that by now you too have been reflecting over your lives......But let me tell you something , which is very common and observed by all of you..
One lives when takes food after genuine hunger, or when burying one's lips in a cool mountain spring after a long climb....or even joining them with the long waited lover.....
One lives when one sleeps. A sound healthy sleep after a day spent in out-of -doors gives one the feeling of silent, whirring dynamo. In vivid dreams I am convinced one lives......
But .....in contradistinction to "living" I also find the minus state of those moments which I feel I "exist"......THIS I WOULD BE DISCUSSING IN MY FORTH COMING EPISODE.......BUT DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE ON MY POLL TO TELL ME WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT LIFE.......I am like you.....just a little curious......
