THE PHILOSPHER`S PARADOX OF DYING DYSFUNCTIONAL

THE PHILOSPHER`S PARADOX OF DYING DYSFUNCTIONAL 

The false premise of life and its continuation falls bravely and breakingly on us when we assume that life could be only this. Yesterday, when I was reflecting on the idea that life is good , I have food to eat, water to drink, bed to sleep and brain to think but then I went on a stroll to further have an irrational idea of how could life be different if I was born in any other generation and what type of life I would be living if I was born in any other nation , lets say , better materalistically probably if in America and worse , if born in Afghanistan and but I guess I am doing fine in India in terms of getting house helps and parents to look after me  . But  I could be more independent if were living in America, but the next question that came into my mind is that would that excessive independence won`t ruin my urge to break the barriers of self control , I mean it could . everthing in life is so conditional and situational that one could reach to numerous conclusions of how things and life could turn out for them but the ultimate question remain would life be honky dory if I would be born elsewhere or would it  be all in all and more honkey dory if I was never born.

I mean , why have we all taken birth?  to exist, or co-exist ? to experience , or to exploit ? to achieve or to be altruistic ? I mean each one of us can have their  different perspectives regarding this , but surely we have not taken birth to reproduce and die . I mean that could be one of our function , but if that is our only purpose, that seems dysfunctional and dire some to even think of  . Also , I believe that we haven`t  found our way to life for one function to occur  , all of us have multiple purposes to pursue and  functions  to fulfill. But what if some of us die in between in  a car accident or due to some disease, then what?  do they suffice the purpose of their family  longing for them?  

We as humans are so un identical and so similar at the same time that the antidote of us works in paradoxes , oxymorons and anomalies . The sudden urge to contemplate something so unknown and unheard makes us so fatal , that we  deal with death on partial bases with their own relative biases. The sequences of Oir mental mind doesn`t falter in here, but goes on to wonder simultaneously , what if the world doesn`t admire what we have survived till this very hour to scrutinize ? what if , the critics find another contempt within our  contemplations ? would it make us  more famous or more infamous ? what if the publicity made the introvert us so vulnerable through our edges that death seems glorious to us ? But should we die now?

Were I born for revolution? But what type of ? a typical or an inconsistent one ? an intellectual revolution of reading mania, or a cognitive revolution of writing rage ? which one sound better , or a rhythmic revolution of poetic passion ? but am I really patient enough to wait for it and be at the end receiving the radical changes of what my life would throw at me , a bag full of bricks or a bag full of  gem - stones  but what if I am just another invaluable human who is made to evidence their silent revolution of patient pessimism and I would die one day  because of oldage rather than  lack of disease, because my life is so uninteresting and the circle of my life is so mind numbing that it feels unworthy to even ever live it for once .

 

But why  am I even  caught up in finding the purposes and meanings of  these  ridiculous absurdities ?

 let life finds its own fuel to burn at every run,

I mean I haven`t found a reason to live till, but similarly I haven`t to die still, 

There are invariable contradictions and inconsistencies that make me question – that even if all this circus has a meaning, that is unending , then still it is meaning less, because what doesn`t end is empty , then what`s the purpose ? and if the end is the ultimate conclusion , then why we are here for ? and more of how could we end it early ? not like I am impatient to live by it  or something , I am just not stupid enough to suffer in  this hell , if I have the alterative of skipping it anytime sooner. 

Leeza