Cogito Ergo Sum

Destiny. This seven letter word has made me curious on several occasions. The word is so enchanting that it has resulted debates and discussions among intellectuals. From mostly what I have heard there have been two outcomes from those numerous debates and discussions. Some people believe destiny is not an option but an imperative path that every man has to follow even against his will.While some other people firmly trust in the fact that destiny doesn't make a man rather a man makes his own destiny. Now the question is whose right? Or is anyone wrong? Trust me, I don't want these questions to sound rhetoric. What if we take into account the lives of those great men who have either followed or made their own destiny? What would Ernesto 'CHE' Guevera had to say about destiny when he left his safe career in the field of medicine to become a revolutionary? What would had Jesus Christ replied if asked why did he chose to take the path which ended in inhuman pain and suffering? What would have young prince Siddharth said when he sacrificed his regal life, family and kingdom on his quest for 'moksha' and become the Buddha? What would had Mother Teresa replied?
When I read and think about the lives of these great people, the grey confusing cloud gets thinned and this magical seven letter word imparts a deeper yet simpler meaning to me. Destiny isn't a good luck or charm. It's an inner and deeper realization brought about through an unique experience which has the capacity to provide direction in understanding the core meaning and value of life. Human beings are God's precious gift to this world. Unlike any other species who can only eat, sleep, live and die, we as human beings have the power to think and ameliorate the condition of the world. But unfortunately our mind is too diluted and our soul is concealed underneath the crave and greed for selfish interest. So the saviours actually end up annihilating the whole ecology.
Therefore a person who is closer to nature and has space for love, compassion and empathy in his heart can understand the true meaning of life and the real purpose of living. And when you do that, you know what your destiny is. You understand the core purpose of life which is far from any personal benefit but closer to personal suffering and sacrifice. But that pain from suffering or sacrifice will be so sweet that you will love to get wounded time and again. And that's when you will start living and stop existing.

The Good Solitude

The night is long, dark and cold. Devoid of sleep, I lie like a stranger in my own bed. The same old good pillow seems to be made of concrete and robs away my dreams. The moon reflects sheepishly, till it slips away. My mind wants to think but the thoughts are hurrying past me so fast that it makes me feel as if I am catching butterflies. My mind is caught in confusion whether to sleep or stay awake? It is as if I have been held in my own captivity with lot of room to respire but left with no one to conspire. Just then the mind begins to remember old moments which had shades of glory and shame. Truly, memories are strange creation of our minds. Even when you are out there on your own, memories will find you. You can't evade it. It's like fighting a battle with your shadow and never knowing whether you lose or win? But today, lying in this dark cold room, I find my memories nothing less than a friend who has cared to find me out when I was lonesome and lost. My friend took me by my hand and made me relive those glory moments which seemed to have fade out with coming days. Remembering the happy past left a little curve in my face.But just then, I heard something strike which broke my trance. I searched for my friend everywhere in the dark room but it had left without a hint.