Sometimes I feel what good a life is if we are unable to get the very essence of it. What good are we doing if we are unable to unlock the veil behind it, if we are still unaware living thousands of days to know if not all but some, atleast some part and reason behind our presence here. We know as a survivor what we need next the possible best but why we are so dramatically attached to it is still of great concern. If earning a handful of bread and arranging a roof are the basic needs and if all the other activities revolve around embellishing these things then everyone to some extent has achieved it. Everyone is struggling to get his share and he gets his, but why then he is so restless. Why then he is unable to cherish his past and is unhappy at present. So this surely cannot be the funda of our existence here.
There must be some other reasons and other spheres to be found, there must be other experiences surely beyond the limit of our senses because what we have perceived through our senses has failed to satisfy our eternity. The limitation of senses and the unlimited willingness of them to occupy ‘all’ could be the conflicting element. The problem is also this that we know we are limitless but we are bounded in a finite envelop struggling to know the unknown and the self cessative efforts are banging us down and confronted and disturbed.
