A life without years…

Imagine how would be our world if we didn’t measure our life by years. We would just live. Freely. Without making rules for our life according to time. Without associating events to years. Without feeling young. Without feeling old. Off course! If there is no measurement of time, what really is young and what really is old?

Major Advantages

1) The greatest advantage of it would be lesser evocation of feeling “Time’s running faster than before”. Let me explain why do we feel this more and more as we age. When you were in school, you felt the year was much much bigger than it is now. Reason being, if you were 9 years old and spent one year in school, then it would be equal to spending worth of 10% of your life in an year. But when you turn 24 years old and spend an year in a┬áboring job, then you are spending only 4% of your life in an year. So in direct comparison, you feel that time is moving much much faster than it was in your childhood.

If there was no measurement of years, I surmise that the feeling will be less depressing. There is no doubt, that the time would still appear to be warped, but slightly lesser than it is now.

2) Lesser depression. People wold not be able to do direct comparison with the peers of exactly their age. I am 28 years old and I am earning only this much and he is 28 years old and he is earning that much. No bullshit like this.

3) No Marriage vs Education. 25 is too late for enrolling into graduate school, I would better drop the idea and get married. Or else I will turn 27 till I graduate and then who would marry me? Seriously, when you become 80 years old, will it matter if you married at 27 or 25? And do you think you will be too old after two years. Yes you are right, drop the idea, you are already old.

4) Extension of above point: You should hurry, next year you will turn 30 and then it will become extremely difficult to find someone for you. Slow claps! How much difference a 29.99 and 30.01 make? You should worry more about your health, not numbers.

5) You are under 35 and you have blood pressure. How on the earth can this be true! They said blood pressure arises after 35 age.

Seriously, what magic does 35 do? Again, leave the numbers and look where humanity is going. The amount of depression and anger present in today’s youth, it can’t match with any other earlier generation. The air you breathe is toxic. And you still believe in 35?

6) I am 40 years old and it’s too late to follow my real passion and leave behind my regular job. Man, you didn’t come to this earth to do stuff you don’t like. It’s never too late, whether it is 40, 60 or 80.

The list will in-exhaustive. And if you really learn to do things in life without considering how old you’re, you will always be on the brighter side, and more importantly, you will be a happy person, if not something else.

The choice is yours. Cheers!

Prisoner of Ego

There was a man living in a town with his heart full of ego. He would earn decent amount of money. He was fond of doing things which his ego demanded and his money allowed him to do.

Once he got an idea. Although he did not need any servants, he employed a servant in his home. The servant was extremely poor and mute. He had no option but take the job. He thought he would earn decent amount of money, if not, at least to feed himself properly. The man was cruel. He did not stop there. He built a cage in his home for the servant. Everyday he would lock up the servant in the cage for full day. So the servant was not serving the man directly, but his ego. At night, he would allow him some time out. But as soon as he would call the servant, he had to return to the cage. The servant was extremely poor so he had no choice but to live in a cage that would earn him meal two times a day. The servant would wonder why the man had employed him if he would assign him no work.

One day, at night, the servant was out for a stroll and he sat on a sharp thing by mistake and there was a deep cut in his flesh in the posterior part of his body. He was in excruciating pain. He came home and pointed toward his wound trying to get help from his master. But the man did not pay any heed. He ignored it and criticized the servant for making noise when everybody in the family was asleep.

The servant lived with the pain. It became the routine. But his wound did not heal. The infection caught hold of the flesh. Wherever the servant would sit, he would leave behind his blood. And his master would scold him instead of taking him to doctor.

The infection went on increasing. The insects began to wander around the wound and they started eating the flesh, Soon they entered the servant’s stomach making way through his body. Finally the master got alarmed. He took the servant to the doctor. Doctor said he couldn’t save his life. That was the end of a prisoner of ego.

If you had a great difficulty in reading the story, then it was more difficult for someone to go through it. That was the story of a boxer dog in my neighborhood. Please treat animals with love and care, and pet them only if you can return the love they shower upon you. You don’t own anyone’s life, be it a human or an animal. Dignity is for everyone.