Intrusive thoughts: The tale

 I don’t know where to start, where to begin. For all I know, this is gonna end up in the recycle bin of my PC (sike). This may be considered as a word vomit coming directly from my mind…so you’re here, trapped with my conscience. Sounds intimidating right?

Let’s start with the age-old question. What the fuck are we doing here? To answer that we seek several paths. Some may find answers in their faith and some in fellow beings. People find comfort in faith because it gives the answer that our purpose is given by the divine one. Whenever we are lost, there is someone looking out for us, even if it is not apparent. That’s a comforting thought, right? So, what about the atheists, the agnostics? They don’t have a divine being to resort to. They may believe some other philosophy or might argue there isn’t one at all.

Speaking of philosophies, there are many to choose from, nihilism, existentialism, optimistic nihilism etc, My personal favourite, absurdism. It is discussed in depth in Albert Camus book ‘the myth of Sisyphus’. Some might be familiar with the tale of Sisyphus, the king who kept on evading death until one day it caught up to him. Not death per se, it would’ve been far easier on him compared to the herculean task given as a punishment for him. To roll up the boulder over a hill. And just as it reaches the top, the boulder rolls back down. He has to spend all eternity like that. This story has a strange sense of familiarity, as it closely resembles to the tale of Naranathu branthan. Well, this guy was willingly doing it to spite society (Dude was the OG troll). His ideology points to the pointlessness of a situation, how human beings are very much capable of making a mountain out of a mole hill. Blowing insignificant conflicts out of proportion and panicking over it. “What the hell, this is stupid”. One standing and watching all this boulder action might think (Also one reading all this). Exactly, but we are all guilty of doing so. “One must imagine Sisyphus happy” (or Naranathu branthan if you must) this is what Camus conveys to us, here the action is something that gives purpose to us. Both are fundamentally different but give off the same concept. We all have our own boulders, struggles, to achieve the greatness that we yearn. It is a journey that keeps kicking us back to the beginning. We should embrace the hardships and also even the tiniest of achievements along the way. Take stride in starting over from failures. When we look at the bigger picture the situation is ridiculous, so is life. Why try to find meaning in something which is absurd in itself. Instead, enjoy the ride that is this weirdass zindagi. Absurdism tells us, do whatever the fuck you want (legally mate), universe doesn’t give a shit.

Truth be told, nobody knows what their true purpose is. What are human beings, heck, what are any of the organisms inhabiting this earth for. Are we the punchline to a superior being’s joke? I know I’m raising more questions than providing answers. But isn’t that the beauty of it. The ability to question anything and everything that we want. Ability to come up with wonderful stories, fantasies. Ability to come up with the most absurd, never before considered thoughts. Experiences, ideas unique to each individual.

The moral of the story? Chill out? ig