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Us humans, we are busy being busy, running after the transient things of this world because we figure that they will give us pleasure and happiness, look how happy Mr. Jones is, we say. He has been chasing everything that moved in this plane of reality. He chased money, power, women, status and he appears quite content, happy even. So don’t you dare tell me that happiness cannot be had this way.
As time passes, we achieve our goals, so now we have it all. All that Mr. Jones has and more. Now to rest awhile and savour the happiness that was promised. Alas, there is nothing to savour except the acrid taste of regret and disillusionment. We wasted so many years chasing the proverbial bag and it contained no happy, not even half an ounce.
The money lost its lustre.
The women lost their looks.
The status gave stress and the power was short-lived.
Money. Women. Men, for the chasing sisters. Status. Power.
The only thing left to do is to weep for the loss of our beliefs. We cry tears of blood and shout to the heavens, accusing it of betrayal. There was a promise that was not fulfilled.
So now what to do?
We glance at the clock of time and realize we have a few good years left. So we embark on the real search to find ourselves and discover the true meaning of our lives. What was it we came here to do? Why did our soul choose this physical body, this time and this space?
And so my friend, the journey begins. It will be the hardest one ever but the most fulfilling.
Welcome.
