A Most Exciting Letter
Dear Friend,
Sorry that my letter to you had to be made public. These are thoughts that I want to share with you as well as other people who might have stumbled upon this for one reason or another.
Life is not one long bitching session, or is it? I hate to be asked why I have nothing to contribute to this endless inane chatter. You know me best; sometimes I will suddenly be in a mood to tell you a lot of things, most of the time, I don!?t respond to your questions. Do I seem too absorbed in my own world? It is very difficult to resist the temptation to think that what goes on inside the brain is far more interesting to hear than what other people have to say. In a way, we are just uttering random sentences to each other, via an encoded program. People have lost the power to say powerful things; they have the ability to say before they think. If I can police all those sentences that make no useful contribution to the world, it will be a much quieter place.
Would you thus accept the explanation that I am silent because I am silent unless I have something to say? I have to think about Life because I am not too sure when I will be asked to stop the ride. As Gaarder puts it, !?Life is one huge lottery where only the winning tickets are visible.!? If you think about it at all, the infinite coincidences that culminate in our existence do not give us an easy equation to figure out at all. We are the winners of the biggest lottery ever. Now that we are here, it is of paramount importance that we should seriously consider how to wisely spend our winnings.
Isn!?t life fascinating enough in itself? A witty line I!?ve once read about Life goes: !?I was so surprised by my own birth that I was speechless for one and a half years.!? How apt, for it is only babies who retain the greatest faculty of wonder. If babies could somehow made their thoughts known to us, what interesting revelations would they give us? It is sadly ironic that all of us have to be !?socialized!? in the process of what we call !?growing up!?. All it does is to make us lose our innate capability for many great things, like thinking and asking. We don!?t think, we assume. We are not sure. We do not know why something is there but we know it is always there. We are comfortable with not what we know, but what we are familiar with. Isn!?t it ironic, that as we grow up, we actually become more ignorant? Wisest is she who knows she doesn!?t know.
I really missed the days of being out of this city. Waking up to a foreign land is the nearest to waking up with a bang. You seem to drop dead and come alive again each day. You wake up in surprise, not knowing who you are and where you are. Isn!?t that feeling exciting? The familiar has a firm grip on us. Humdrum as our lives may be, we are addicted and unwilling to let go of it. Moderation I guess, my friend. Have enough familiarity to comfort you in times of doubt and loneliness; yet do not be sucked into the routine. Add something new everyday. Muster up courage bit by bit. There are times when you really need it and it just feels so inadequate!-
Take care my friend. Though I have said this so many times, I do not know what it means to take care. We think we know ourselves, but we don!?t. We can never understand ourselves. We only inflate ourselves, deflate ourselves, are over expectant or not tolerant enough of ourselves. How many of us have treated ourselves in the right way? It!?s a conundrum to ask people to take care of themselves really, because I am sure nobody can do it. We need to take care of each other.
Yours unruly,
The Jumping Spider.
PS: A Freudian slip! Of course I meant !?Yours Truly,!?
