Absurdity?

Writing about topics that are close to my heart is so much unlike me. I'm like that pristine flower which hates to unfurl, hates to reveal itself, hates to be looked at or judged, which is here just because it has to be, blends itself to the surrounding never announcing it's existence, and is ever replaceable. Nevertheless, the commonplace topic of Absurdity of Life is such a volatile subject that if left unrecorded, the original idea - no matter how strong and steadfast - decays with time. An individual seeks the meaning of his life, for by nature, one is compelled to believe that everything exists for a reason. There are many offshoots of this search, many theories, many dictums, customs -- some that seem to clarify one's meaning of life, some that claim to direct him towards the answer. To a logical mind, assertions without proof are of no use, and so, in such a mind this search is repeated - in each and every one of such mind.

It is the mind that compels one to judge, to seek an answer, and at that time when the mind ceases to exist, the reason to judge, seek answer and clarify exists no more. If one realises this simple fact, one's life falls apart, for he sees no meaning to his life after him. A person with such a realisation falls apart, relinquishes the world, the entities and forms a world of himself, a world with no meaning. 'Life in a world without meaning' is deceptively simple. Though it's easy to visualise it, it is nearly impossible (for many) to forgo the bonds, possessions and the reason. Thankfully, we of such lot, have found a way out - self deception. It is easy for one to deceive himself into believing that the whole world revolves around him, the world did not exist before him and will not exist after him. He's the King of the World, other are mere players, here only to amuse him. It is an easy principle, this. And it does provide a purpose to one's life. An interesting facet of this principle is the control principle. Nowsince the whole world is (believed to be) dedicated to oneself, for what reason will one follow the tradition, customs and rules ? For what reason will one observe discipline ? For what reason will one keep up the promise ? Beware, since it is not truth but self-deception, one has to adhere to discipline, kindness and humility, without which such deception results in conceit and antipathy. And the only reason one has, to practice these, is that he just has to.