Life has Changed. It isn’t Simple Anymore. Just Robotic.
All of us have grown up having a certain dream, a certain wish we would want to be fulfilled at some point in our life. Something that we would want happening to us at least once, if not more than that. But as years have passed by, those dreams have faded away in the darkness of responsibility; well not responsibility per se but our definition of responsibility.
I’ve been hearing this since the past 6 or 7 years now (the time when I was in my mid-teens and any small disagreement with my parents meant a huge fight): When you begin to face the real world, you’ll know that dreams aren’t supposed to come true. The world isn’t supposed to change according to your need. Rather, you’d be the one constantly adjusting to what the world wishes you to be. You’d have to bow down to people, become so patient that even the most vile of all insults won’t hurt you, and you’ll lose friends. After a while, you’ll end up getting married to a stranger, have kids and start a family. You’ll then struggle to sustain that family (You’re an average kid. How could you earn a lot?) and spend your young years to build a hypothetical world for your kids (just like my parents did for me) which would show them how easy things are until they turn 16 too. Then you’ll tell them the exact same story that we’re telling you now.
That pretty much sums up life for my parents, and that’s how they summed up life for me. Yes, they did want me to become a rich man, but no wonder they came to all these conclusions given the fact that they may have dreamed the way I do now and then watch those dreams disappear into the abyss.
The thing is, it’s been four months since I took a step towards surviving in this world on my own. And my parents have been partly true. It is a cruel place, and there are more instances when I have to listen more than I can speak than the ones where I have the upper hand in what I’m doing in my life. One of my professors at college used to tell us that life is hard. He used to say this repeatedly, and on many occasions we felt stupid because that person quoting that line over and over again wouldn’t have changed the reality.
And it didn’t. But I can now see the reason behind that guy repeating that statement so as to make it stick in our heads. His intent, of course, was not to sound like an idiot, but to make us realize that preparation for what life is going to be for us is important. If he would have told us to ‘buck up’, it would have been motivating but only for a short span of time; we would have forgotten his words amidst all the glitz and glamour and fun and happiness that college brings to the lives of each one of us.
So life is indeed very hard. There’s no denying that fact, especially when you start comparing yourself to animals and how short their lives are, and most importantly, the fact that they don’t have to struggle a lot to get things done.
But animals have this rare quality that humans don’t seem to possess: animals let go of the things they can’t get. And here’s an area where we have the upper hand, ’cause we can have ample amounts of patience to our avail so as to use it at the right moment. While animals would let go of any food that they can’t possibly obtain/steal, humans can remain patient and strike when the moment is opportune. They have the ability to work hard, stay put on a thought and not allow that thought to get to them, that is, kill them from the inside.
They have that ability, and yet we see way too many people not being able to handle ideas that can make them quite accomplished and successful.
So we are better than animals, and in a way we know how to screw up our lives. May be this is the reason why life isn’t simple anymore: we’re making it difficult for ourselves.
Or may be, the situations we had expected in life don’t exist. That job we were really enthusiastic about doesn’t seem to be helping because our work is too monotonous. Marriage should have fixed things for us, but instead we are helping out our wife because she doesn’t earn. We think of an outcome and our predictions are way off the actual results. So is our thinking flawed?
Perhaps not. None of us is wrong in doing what they are doing (except criminals). But we are too focused on consequences. We have lost track of work because the amazing benefit we were supposed to get out of it isn’t coming anytime soon. We’ve lost track of love because we want more than we can possibly give. And we’ve lost track of life, ’cause well, it hurts sometimes, and when it does, we prefer staying away from it.
For me, life has become robotic. There’s something new and innovative going on with me at the office, and that’s a good thing, but eight hours and thirty minutes of creativity every day isn’t just enough. It doesn’t feel enough. What if tomorrow I go to the office and I’m handed over some work that’s repetitive? I probably won’t like it. What would happen to the rest of the time of the day that’s supposed to bring out something good in me? That’s supposed to prove my parents wrong, when somehow, the things they said are becoming more and more realistic?
Love has been lost. Dreams haven’t come true….yet. Do you think there’s something I can do about these? And the rest of it?