Apart from humans . . .

Sometimes I feel humans are not worthy, but humanity deserves every attention of the universe.

For me, there is a difference between humanity and humans. Humans, as a collective species, are no different than ants and rats. They too have colonies, assigned roles, labour division, politics, discrimination, war, cannibalism, and homosexuality, and they rebuild their structures and societies. But at the point of individuality, humans differ even from each other. Every one of us has a unique consciousness, and every mind thinks and perceives the rainbow differently, feels the music differently. We define love, hate, and anger differently, and yet, as a collective, we are no more different than our fellow species—an ape that just evolved and went bald.

Life, when it puts us to the threshold, makes us snap, and then we cause harm not only to others but even to ourselves. We are a curious yet very idiotic species, inventing our own misery and dwelling deep into it, calling it guilt. What are we? Apes? Evolved apes? Evolved bald apes? Humans? We are what we choose to be, not what we are forced to be. Or is it just a statement by someone privileged enough to know what bloating after a meal feels like?

Life is not fair; that is why it’s worth living. But should I not ask this to the woman who has to feed her whole family day after day by selling herself? Human females are very potent beings. I cannot understand the meaning of being a woman because I am not one. Humanity in itself needs all the chances it can get. Very curious beings, I say again. Idiots, yet potential runs in their veins—to achieve, to produce, to develop, to invent, to seek—and yet they are deep in their own miserable selves.

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Somewhere I read that the last stage of the mortal self before knowing the truth is this constant feeling of death and dying. This constant want of a quick death as soon as possible is the last string that attaches someone to the mortal world. This is not spirituality; it’s the profound understanding of how insignificant you are. After all, no matter how many lives you have directly or indirectly impacted, there is no positive or negative. These are for the ones who still cling to the string toward the mortal realm.

So, in the end, when you understand that the sun will shine and the world will revolve no matter whether you live or die, that is when you are born again to live a new life. That is the day you start living a life worth mentioning.

And for me, the only thing that comes closer to being worth mentioning is the women in one’s life. You need one to know the depth of love. After her, this goes beyond her! It becomes your nature to love and the very essence of your personality. Men who are deprived of true feminine love are the most miserable, waging war against each other.

Man has this potential to be a cosmic being (not physically but consciously), but before that, we need to explore ourselves more. Each one of us needs to know the very essence of emotional parameters we are made of—the ideas of love, care, compassion, passion, and even war. After truly knowing everything, one can become a complete human being. Then, and only then, do we have the ability to be the best version of ourselves, producing effects significant enough to make a harmonious civilisation for other species too.

To be continued...

-M. Dinesh

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