Freedom of choice in life ⇒ Kirno Sohochari


Exactly I don’t know what life does mean to the end. The meaning is most likely relative to the purpose we defined by walking on the gravelled road of life. Purpose maybe relative to the goal and objectives anybody could decide by the moment of his journey to the life. To the parallel, goal and objectives most probably depended on our involvement to the action, we partake to achieve the purpose. Action is perhaps relative to the cause-and-effect repercussion of the action. To me meaning of life is an uncertain leap to the incoherent and anecdotic purpose to prove the desire that “I’m in life.”

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Life is deliberate, thrilling and confusing just like the diverged and whimsical roads of the wood. Both have affectionate and maybe both of these are hostile to travel, but you have no alternative to escape or traveling both. You have to choose one of them. You’re just like the noble poet, confused to think about that which road should have taken to reach the final destiny. If he chooses “one”, the “other” will remain unexamined; and if takes the “other”, maybe he will never able to travel the “one” in rest of his life. The purpose of life is relative to take the “one” from the two or maybe the lot “Other”.


I get myself close to the Brahmin to think about the meaning of life. Probably you have no choice in life to the end, sans the unwilling desire of ingest the honey-drop from a deadly honeycomb drop-by-drop.


I don’t know yet what life does mean to the end. Does it mean for love or hate somebody? Does life mean the freedom of choice, where everything has permitted under certain condition that, haven’t cross the limit of freedom you have? Does it depend on the interest that I have to obey the order and carry the society in my head before going to be a lunatic, since lunacy is perhaps the only freedom to pick the “freedom of choice” by your own?

freedom-of-choice_2Life is mine, but I have no choice here. The vision of life has no choice sans to dish up the “other”. The mission, goal, objective and grossly the purpose, they have no alternative here sans to serve the great interest that, “Other’s purpose of life could have depends on your purpose and action to the life.” Conversely, yet I don’t know what does life mean but clearly know that, it’s a one-way relay race of love and hatred, where your “self-interest” is eternal to serve the other. You could think that you serve your own, but the “own” might be good or bad for the “other” and have to take care of this.

I don’t know yet the meaning or purpose of life, except the feeling that, the only purpose of life might be to live life just like the greedy honey-sucker Brahman of Mahabharata. The Brahman was once traveling in the jungle and suddenly felt down in a deadfall. The deadfall was the abode of venomous giant snake. The snake just raised its hood to bite the Brahman. The poor Brahman tried to save him to hold on the climbing plant of the deadfall.

The honeybees made a honeycomb on the tree-branch, which existed just upper on the Brahman’s head. The dreadful honeybees were bowing over his head to protect the beehive. The situation was deadly pathetic for him. The tasty honey-drops were dripping drop-by-drop to his face. The pathetic Brahman was bound to take the honey-drop. He was taking and chewing drop-by-drop by hanged him on the life-and-death dilemma to the deadly dreadful.

I get myself close to the Brahmin to think about the meaning of life. Probably you have no choice in life to the end, sans the unwilling desire of ingest the honey-drop from a deadly honeycomb drop-by-drop.
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