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Well, I waited for sometime trying to figure out the best topic to this post about. But I guess it just doesn't exist. And, well it's my blog so maybe I can blabber about anything. Damn, that is powerful!

Yesterday I was watching this show Ricky Gervais's Humanity. I think I have already watched it over three times and it's good show! It makes you laugh at the difficult things and I guess that's pretty.

Anyway, so in case this post tends to bore you, a certain show mentioned can make your time more entertaining...

I always wonder about important things in life. Like what are we living for, what are the rules of this World, have we forgotten that, I mean it's just so scattered. No one knows at the end why they are doing this. I mean keep asking "Why?" & they will eventually run out of a good reason. I mean obviously reasons can be debatable and are obviously meaningful or meaningless depending on the person. 

But what is the meaning or the reason or the purpose of anything? Is God the answer? Maybe. I mean several people do turn to Him in some form or the other to find that direction. But is it all true? Is there some science to it? Or is it beyond our understanding? Or it's just we created Him to dump our problems on? I don't know and I honestly cannot answer that question. I don't need to. 

There's this very famous dialogue from Dead Poets Society:

"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for."

And it's beautiful. I think it tries to keep the "Why?" going for sometime, but then again, for how long? And I honestly love this movie! You can feel every quote, every dialogue in the side of your brain, giving you chills, because you gain perspective. But it's not forever. 

I think we all are just trying to be happy in an unhappy world. We hardly say or do the things we want. We hardly fight for what we should. We rarely stop once a while, take a look around, feel the life which is flowing through this planet. To be free and dance, more than half of us need alcohol to free our minds. Doesn't that tell us something? We are so fucked up inside, each and everyone of us. And we blame the world, we blame someone or something for everything. Is this something we call life? I think the word itself is losing its meaning. We are not lives. We are products and everything or at least most of it is just transactional. 

I know if you have read this till here, and you would probably think I might know something. I wish. I doubt even the ones who say they have. Because wouldn't that be the the answer to everything? 42? For all practical purpose, it just might be. 

If you find time, I would actually request you to listen to this small speech by Joaquin Phoenix. He doesn't have the answers. But he knows the problem. 

It's us.