The search for truth can take you far in life, it’s a search that can take you to china and back again you or off the map possibly and into uncharted territory, in order to reach those peaks and valleys. To ask what is the purpose of life is a profound question, but how may that answer look? The ability to be conscious and able to ask these questions is profound in its self. what is the meaning of all this?
Are we temporary flames burning brightly for a few seconds in the vast continuum of time, or will we be immortalised with eternal youth, to bask in eternal sunshine the woes of the former life veiled from us because we have become kings. What is our life made of, what influences exist that weave into it its glorious capacity revel and speculate: God, is up to the vicissitudes of nature the conspiracies of fate?
We are glowing orbs of intellect, we have made our mark on nature we have conquered it and subdued, the elements of wind and fire have now been seized. Man has made a mark so large it can be viewed from space. To question is to seek truth, to numb yourself is to die, to stand still is to let go, but what are we seeking, what road will lead us there?
We are trapped between four walls stooped perpetually lost in this square screen if not this a screen of our lives being lived for us watching helpless as we fritter our youth, a life lived without heart.
What is death, the end of consciousness the beginning of a new life? Death is not a strangulation, life is not a race and we have won simply by being alive.
Death preoccupied the greats Edgar Allen Poe said “The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best […] vague.” Death and life are merged and woven in together, life itself is then flung unfurled like a carpet into the unknown. At that point that juncture when death and life hold hands when they conspire to lure you in and steal your soul away where will we go, where does the next life begin where does one journey end and the next commence.
Life can be a teacher of neglect, teaching you lessons too late, the timing is not right you know how the story goes. We are abandoned by our own free will by its power to choose, my question is will we chose to compromise, to give in to the distraction of materialism.
Materialism has become the black hole that consumes so many, it is the greatest compromise in life many of us are fighting a losing battle, what can materialism do for us? Heed the question and even more so heed the answer, materialism is a source reserve not of contentment but of short term ambitions of wasted time of compromise, a compromise of fulfilment. it engulfs us without our permission it is priceless time wasted. We are all independent given a right to do as we see fit grip the steering wheel as we try not to collide and govern the countries entrusted to us by God our – bodies, we make decisions on a daily basis.
This is life and lesson number one we have freedom and choice and what does it mean isn’t it an enormous trust the fact that the creator himself has sent down autonomy it’s a significant point, we are honoured with a priceless responsibility we are at once lifted out of obscurity the riff faff of and coarseness of nature to achieve the highest aim on our own merit, we are human made of pulse and veins we are spirited human machines built with intelligence. That has to be highlighted we are stewards with responsibility and choices that have to be made in conjunction with the good – that which benefits and brings about the least amount of suffering. This is the prime aim.
What about truth what about the virtues of life – what make a wretched one noble man is truth, When one is inclined to telling the truth the blemishes that make one human become easier to bare, it is a constant shedding. The truth is not a commodity, but a reality, when one conceals it is a threat to the progress of things an a act of communal neglect and cruelty. We are starved of truth these days and of honesty all you need to do is compare the thousands of news outlets the nature of consumerism allows us to be shmuzed, truth is nestled somewhere hidden away it is secondary, we are also slaves to our ears peace we want our own vanity reflected back at us we hide from the truth, we gasp at realisation hiding all our life from a revelation that could ruffle our feathers. The truth is a scoundrel that needs to be wrestled with it is an object or a rock not conscious of its own weight someone needs to get rid of it.
The truth is pure it is in a realm of its own it is a sacred commodity, needing maintenance and constant polish it needs to be passed down the generations as an heirloom, it is a gift passed on to the next person. Truth has stunned introspection, it has become more than our sensibilities can cope with, truth has become unexplored and foreign that only the truly equipped venture out those with nothing to lose. Truth lies where and at what depth how can we fish it out? What makes a thing true, how can this be measured, where can we pick up our journey after we found it. The truth is not easily manipulated while we seek it watches us, it resists the temptation to be found to make itself clear to be under scrutinising gaze.
The essence of beauty is a pattern that runs deep it has carved out a bank and a river it over flows and it is in staggering abundance, it has broken out in beads of sweat stooped in it’s own muscular weight it sprouts on its own accord, nature preserves its own richness, beauty is self-perpetuating, it lives and thrives amongst us. Beauty in human can be both terrifying and magnificent, staring inside the petrified face of beauty with its rotten core is an traumatic ordeal.
The beauty of this world is vast, it can be observed in the minor detail of noble plant, in art, music all of this woven inside the fabric of life. We enjoy it, bask in it’s wisdom the wisdom of symetry for example it is a symbol of civilisation of order out of chaos, the stately magnitude is not veiled from us, our senses relay the message that beauty is profound. What of the the perils and dangers then of beauty not recognised left to wilt on the way side, what responsibility do we have. The simple fact is then we lose out. Beauty is significant it cannot be tamed, it rises, it reaches out gives but never takes. Beauty shares of itself, and never breaks. The preservation of beauty is charity it is lighting your neighbours soul, thinking about his most superfluous desire it is not frivolous but it is a want and not a need. When you contribute to this desire you become noble.
The heart can be beautiful; it can contain many of the virtues we seem to be lacking collectively these days virtues: honesty, truth, sincerity, goodness. When one is sincerely truthful, his internal face mirrors his external. Sincerity at its best is a science not an art it is a way to be in the world, it is a process of giving not taking, of offering a part of yourself: your true face. When searching for the truth you lay your motivation bare one cannot lie to one self about the nature of his search, you have to wear your heart on your sleeve.
What can beauty do for us, reignite dead passion, sooth the soul, comfort us in the grip of trying times, strike a cord, ignite the imagination. We are lost without beauty, we are canvases waiting for the last brush stroke of genius, we are incomplete. Beauty is engraved on to our hearts born with internal inclination a permenant biological mold or obsession this pull of nature defies logic it hovers without knees. What is about beauty that sweeps us away what is it about preference it is settling peaceful even to the mind it is a calming remedy. Beauty is the dignity of civilisation it is the embroidered garment that hangs loosely from our shoulders.
What does it mean to change your life it means to shed the weight of hypocrisy to live an authentic life fully, it means to let go of what it is that truly holding you back, what prevents the soul from flying. The attachments of this world are immaterial they are limp they cannot carry you, they are null, void. You will have a persistent thorn in your side a nagging at the back of your head what is it that I’m sincerely missing out on what power, what pervasive energy, and what fulfilment? When we think about where we place much of our energy where we place our hearts and who we entrust the key to it is disappointing. We are cuffed to this world, we are short changed, we have made a transaction a disappointing one, in place of fulfilment we have transient happiness, that leaves us craving more and dependant.
There is two camp created and the creator, everything created has an expiration date they are zooming towards there destiny it is wound up linearly with time they change. They are not constant this is part of growth towards a perfection. Allah does not need growth, the purpose of change is to yield a better condition, we are moving upwards towards him when we fail we fail to win his face.