Manifestation

Chaos

Now that you know how I met him, I don't need to tell you how difficult it was to break the ice with him. You might be wondering, how a ten year old think of questions like that? But again, as I told you, his head was beyond huge. All he did was think. Initially it took great effort to open up with him. But I don't blame him, he never really had anyone who could understand him or his thought process.

Imagine, you're in a middle of a sea. Surrounded by placid water. You see nothing but the sun staring at you. You feel lonely, there's nobody out there who could talk to you. You see fishes passing by, but again they don't understand you. It was the same for him. He was the sailor, we were mere fishes.
Now, What would you do? To survive? Keep up the struggle or quit? I suppose quit is the better option. Because eventually you have to die. Even if you are saved now, you don't become immortal, you just delay your death. We all have a common destination, death. Yet we all fight to delay it. Without realizing, the ultimate peace lies there.

All we do is judge. We compete, we argue, we run, chase the material joy. But little do we know, we have to die, someday. It sounds depressing, doesn't it? Why would you read something like this?. You're right, everyone is, only the perspective differs. No one is actually wrong. But what we fail to do is, we don't understand the other part of the story. We judge.

People had similar thoughts about him. And that's the reason why no one understood him. He preferred being alone. Loneliness was his comrade​, others were false friends. Pretending to understand. Though he was hellacios, he needed to be saved. But redemption was not his demand. All he wanted is for people to listen to him. But we all are busy, aren't we? You, me, everyone. Busy procrastinating death. But wait, am I complaining? No, absolutely not. We are raised that way. All that we do, is somehow connected. Yet we sometimes fail to connect. We are puppets, of our schedule, our habits, our believes, but his strings were somehow missing. He was free, free to go, free to think, free to believe whatever​ he wants to believe. But are we? Free? Ask one question against belief system, and watch people go mad at you.

This brings me to a question, do you believe in God? Do you? Why? Just because you are told to? Let me make it clear to you, you believe because you're afraid, to lose, to die, afraid of pain, torture, solitude, stress, anger. You don't have an answer? boom! it's God. He's all the answer. Have you ever wondered who is he? God? Well, he cannot be a person of course, all his stories, and tales, it may or may not be true. Who am I to judge? Well, if you think about it, as he thought, God is a concept, like stacks in programming, or Dynamics or mechanics. It is a concept that we trust. But what's the underlying cause of it? No one knows. We believe because we were told to. They believe because they were told to. Well let me ask you an another question, if God is ultimate, the creater of all, who created God? And who created the one who created God? Don't you see? It's an infinite loop. We are stuck in this neverending process.
Well, I might have hurt your feelings, I apologise,  but the questions.
Calm down now. Take a break. Have a walk. Look around you. What do you see?

I highly doubt that you've seen God. It's not a debate, I'm not against him. I'm against the wrong concept. The system, everything is messed up. But do we care? No, because we are busy shaping our world. There are around 7 billion worlds in this world. Everyone​ is shaping theirs, no one questions. As long as you have food in your stomach and shelter above you, despite of your work and blood shed, you thank the most mysterical creature, God. I believe in God too. He believed too, but he questioned everything. Untill one day. Everything​ had to be gone.
God had to do this.

To be continued…… ( stay tuned, last chapter coming up.)