Who I Am…

Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale… if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world… somebody lied. – (Opening Lines) SpiderMan

And I don’t want the world to see me
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
– Iris – Dizzy Up the Girl(Goo Goo Dolls)

Lot of people have asked me why I write a blog, why I am so dedicated to it and why I write about such a varied range of topics. I have never been able to find the right answer to give them. The fact is blogging started out for me like a cool thing to do. Loads of people were doing it and I joined the bandwagon.

When it became far more than an usual routine to me, I have no idea. I guess its something like two friends who slowly realize they are compatible and grow on to depend on each other. It helped that my philosophy of life and how I chose to live, went hand in hand with blogging.

I have never spoken about this before, but have lately found the desire to do so… There is no easy way to do this so kindly bear with me.

We cant let ourselves to be washed away by the tide of history. Some of us must tarry in order to gather up what has been left along in the river banks – Sophie’s World

The thoughts and ideas people have is dependent on the knowledge they posses. The age of an idea is directly related to how long back the basis for the birth of the idea existed.

As an example for most of human existence it was believed that earth was the center of the universe, back then the concepts of black holes and dark matter were impossible to be thought of. Reason being simply that the foundation for such thought never existed. (sorry for the overly scientific example)

It is important for humans as a species to have new ideas. New ideas indicate progress and possibly survival… But for me I find my solace in old ideas… in revisiting questions that the world around us has ignored.

There is so much happiness in looking at rain thru the eyes of a child, when it seems like magic. To feel a cool breeze and realize how fortunate you are to have been there at that moment. To look at the night sky and wonder if everything was put up there for this one moment that you would chance a glance at it.

I always felt that questions that have been asked for ages are far more important than other questions. Questions about why we are where we are? Why we were given the gift of life? What true beauty is? What is worth dedicating your life for?

A wise man once said “You will never know where you are going until you understand where you have been”.

The simple fact of life is that our lifetimes are nothing more than a speck in the string of time. There is far too big a picture to be imagined that leaves what we see with our eyes insignificant.

Like the Zen master who said “To truly get enlightenment you must seek to understand only one person… yourself”.

It is in this space where I truly try to discover Who I am…

The universe would have been equally incomprehensible if it had only consisted of that one stone the size of an orange. The question would be just as impenetrable: where did this stone come from?