In Simply ‘Being’

In a world consumed by the pursuit of success, I finds solace in silence and the tranquility of “just being.”

Defeat can suck the very words from your lips. Almost always, it leaves you in a state of muted silence. And in the face of a frail body, one often succumbs to defeat. Particularly when conventional notions of success already hold no allure to the person.

I am one such person.

For me, life, in its essence, shouldn’t be a grand spectacle of fortitude. If it becomes so, you cease to live for yourself. And instead, exist as a vessel for others. Your very existence is no longer your own. It becomes a testament to the struggles imposed upon you by your own imperfections. Fortitude holds no value other than in the pursuit of making sure that there is less pain.

Life, in truth, holds far less significance than we often ascribe to it. It is not a precious jewel to be squandered on solitary pursuits dressed in public garb. Like Success.

Success is a treacherous drug, in truth. It casts a spell upon those who relentlessly pursue it. And, in my opinion, leads to a squandering of life — a life that, in its “uselessness,” holds greater value. Success intoxicates your senses, compelling you to etch your mark, conquer, and exert dominance over…