Don't mind me
I've been thinking.
And reflecting.
Why am I in this world?
Why am I where I am?
Why am I who I am?
Why do I think the way I do?
Why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I look the way I do?
Why?
I wonder.
I ask myself why I'm here.
What's my purpose in this world?
I could've been anyone. I could've been Brad Pitt. Or Tom Cruise.
But I'm not.
I could've been a doctor. Or a scientist. Or an astronaut.
But I'm not.
I could've been a woman.
I could've been born in a rich family, with a silver spoon, so to speak.
But I wasn't.
I didn't choose to be born this way.
I didn't have a choice.
I didn't have a say in who I was going to be, or how my life would turn out to be.
It was predecided.
By who?
Was it God?
Was my present life the fruits of my previous life?
How does this all work out?
How did this universe come to be?
How did all the planets, and the animals, the trees, the different types of rocks and minerals and oceans and seas come to exist?
Was it a big bang?
Or was there a God? A creator? A person with a higher intelligence?
Can I really understand God?
Or how the universe really works?
Am I that smart? That intelligent?
If someone was a doctor. And they gave me a book on medical science and biology and anatomy or whatever, and they said, "Here, take this book. Read it. And then you'll become a doctor by the time you finish reading it."
Could I really become a doctor that way?
Or if an aeronautical engineer gave me a giant manual on planes and how to build planes and engineer them and fix them, would I be capable of repairing an aircraft after reading it?
No.
I wouldn't.
Because I'm not that smart.
I'm not that intelligent.
I'd like to be intelligent. And smart.
I'd like to think I'm intelligent. And smart.
If someone came up to me and said, "Oh Roy! You're so smart and intelligent!" I'd be beaming.
Thank you!
But would I be smart and intelligent just because someone said so?
No.
They'd just be feeding my ego. My pride.
How much knowledge can my brain absorb?
How much intelligence can I have?
How much wisdom could I possess?
It's limited.
I'm limited.
Not through my own choice, but due to the same factors that brought me into this world.
I'd like to be the smartest guy in this world.
But even if I tried, I couldn't be.
There's a billion people who are smarter than me, more intelligent than me. And they will always be.
It's not my choice. It's predecided.
Who made these decisions?
Not me.
I was thinking about an ant.
If I put some sugar in the kitchen, and leave it there for a while, some ants might come. They'll come, carry away all the sugar crystals and go wherever they go.
But does an ant know that I left the sugar there on purpose?
Does the ant know I exist?
Does the ant know my name?
Does the ant know who I am? What I think about? What I feel?
Does the ant know what I do?
No.
Does the ant know where the sugar came from?
Does the ant know there's a sugarcane factory somewhere, where all the sugarcane is crushed and processed and so on?
Does the ant know there's a sugarcane farm somewhere?
Does the ant know there's a bunch of farmers somewhere, growing the sugarcane?
No.
When the ant smells the sugar, does it ask itself, "Hold on! Who put this sugar here? If it's Roy, I'll take it. But if it's Angela or Mariah, I won't!"
No.
The ant doesn't care who left the sugar there.
The ant doesn't understand that I went to the grocery store and paid for the bag of sugar in cash.
The ant doesn't understand the concept of cash.
The ant doesn't understand the concept of payment.
If I explained everything to the ant, would it understand?
If I sat down, and began lecturing the ant on how sugar came to be, came to exist, would it understand? Would it care?
No.
But, since the ant doesn't know or understand, does it mean all the above things don't exist?
Does it mean there is no farmer, no sugarcane farm, no factory, or delivery trucks, or grocery stores, or cash, or customers?
No.
What's the most an ant could ask another?
"Where did this sugar come from?"
And what's the most logical reply an ant could give another?
"It was here when I came."
That's about it.
An ant's brain is limited.
It's intelligence and understanding is limited.
Not because it wanted to be that way. But because it was predecided. An ant's brain has limited intelligence and thinking capacity.
So if you were born an ant, you wouldn't have much to think about.
And just like the ant, every other species has a limited intelligence and thinking capacity.
It may vary - a bird has more intelligence, a dog has more than that, a human has even more.
But they're all limited.
My example may be flawed, but the logic and concept make sense, don't they?
That's how limited I am.
I could only think so far ahead. I could only understand so much; until a point where my brain would be incapable of understanding things or making sense of things.
But that wouldn't mean those things don't exist.
If I said, doctors don't exist; medical science is a farce.
Would that mean doctors don't exist? That hospitals don't exist? Medicines don't exist?
No.
Doctors and hospitals and medicines would continue to exist. People would continue to be treated and cured.
Just because dvmb^ss Roy said doctors don't exist doesn't mean doctors would stop existing.
I think that's how the universe and God and karma and reincarnation and afterlife could be explained and make sense, at least to my limited brain.
Just because God refused to answer my prayers doesn't mean he doesn't exist.
Just because I can't see other galaxies doesn't mean they don't exist.
I couldn't possibly understand it all even if I tried.
My brain is only capable of understanding a portion of things.
I could know a thing or two about medicines, a thing or two about repairing vehicles, a thing or two about cooking, etc.
But I can't be a doctor, a surgeon, a nurse, a scientist, a mechanic, an engineer, an astronaut, an accountant and a CEO all at the same time. Is it possible? No, it isn't.
I could understand a few concepts regarding all these fields, but I couldn't quite possibly have a PhD in all these fields.
And even people who have degrees in these fields still learn new things and continue learning throughout their careers, don't they? Learning never stops. The knowledge is never complete. No doctor wakes up one day and says, "I can cure all diseases and treat all ailments. If it's in your body, I've got a cure!"
No pilot wakes up and says, "I can fly all types of aircrafts! If it can lift off the ground, I'm your man for the job!"
No.
That's why we have specialists.
That's why there are multiple licenses.
If I can't understand these fields, how can I possibly understand the universe? Creation? How the universe runs? How the world works? How karma works? Why some people suffer while others are happy? Why so many things don't make sense?
If God exists, why do so many people die of cancer?
Why are there diseases?
Why is there pain and suffering?
Why do some people go hungry and starve to death?
Why does war and violence and earthquakes and hurricanes and tornadoes and volcanoes exist?
Why do nice people suffer?
Why are bad people happy?
Why isn't everyone good?
Why do bad people exist?
Why is there sin?
Why are some children born with defects?
Why are some people so smart, while others are dvmb?
What's the logic behind all this?
How does it all work?
I'm limited by my intelligence.
But just because things don't make sense to me, doesn't mean things don't exist.
The universe doesn't run according to my brain and thinking capacity.
I, on the other hand, have to live, and adapt to survive according to the universe.
And what other choice do I have?
None.
Who am I? Really?
Just an insignificant human being, stuck somewhere on this planet, in this universe.
The world population recently crossed 8 billion people.
I am the one in 8 billion.
Just think about it.
Sometimes I walk into a room and there's like 50 people in it, and I'm already a nobody.
Imagine 8 billion people.
Where do I stand amongst those 8 billion others?
That's the reality of life.
No matter how cute or handsome I think I am.
No matter how smart or intelligent I think I am.
No matter how fast or strong I think I am.
No matter how talented I think I am.
There's probably at least a billion people who are more handsome, smart, intelligent, fast, strong and talented than me.
It's humbling, really.
I created my own little world and tried to stay happy in it. And I wasn't.
But there's a whole universe out there.
Forget our planet. There's hundreds of planets out there. With so many other species on them.
And I thought I was special.
Hmmm.
And reflecting.
Why am I in this world?
Why am I where I am?
Why am I who I am?
Why do I think the way I do?
Why do I feel the way I do?
Why do I look the way I do?
Why?
I wonder.
I ask myself why I'm here.
What's my purpose in this world?
I could've been anyone. I could've been Brad Pitt. Or Tom Cruise.
But I'm not.
I could've been a doctor. Or a scientist. Or an astronaut.
But I'm not.
I could've been a woman.
I could've been born in a rich family, with a silver spoon, so to speak.
But I wasn't.
I didn't choose to be born this way.
I didn't have a choice.
I didn't have a say in who I was going to be, or how my life would turn out to be.
It was predecided.
By who?
Was it God?
Was my present life the fruits of my previous life?
How does this all work out?
How did this universe come to be?
How did all the planets, and the animals, the trees, the different types of rocks and minerals and oceans and seas come to exist?
Was it a big bang?
Or was there a God? A creator? A person with a higher intelligence?
Can I really understand God?
Or how the universe really works?
Am I that smart? That intelligent?
If someone was a doctor. And they gave me a book on medical science and biology and anatomy or whatever, and they said, "Here, take this book. Read it. And then you'll become a doctor by the time you finish reading it."
Could I really become a doctor that way?
Or if an aeronautical engineer gave me a giant manual on planes and how to build planes and engineer them and fix them, would I be capable of repairing an aircraft after reading it?
No.
I wouldn't.
Because I'm not that smart.
I'm not that intelligent.
I'd like to be intelligent. And smart.
I'd like to think I'm intelligent. And smart.
If someone came up to me and said, "Oh Roy! You're so smart and intelligent!" I'd be beaming.
Thank you!
But would I be smart and intelligent just because someone said so?
No.
They'd just be feeding my ego. My pride.
How much knowledge can my brain absorb?
How much intelligence can I have?
How much wisdom could I possess?
It's limited.
I'm limited.
Not through my own choice, but due to the same factors that brought me into this world.
I'd like to be the smartest guy in this world.
But even if I tried, I couldn't be.
There's a billion people who are smarter than me, more intelligent than me. And they will always be.
It's not my choice. It's predecided.
Who made these decisions?
Not me.
I was thinking about an ant.
If I put some sugar in the kitchen, and leave it there for a while, some ants might come. They'll come, carry away all the sugar crystals and go wherever they go.
But does an ant know that I left the sugar there on purpose?
Does the ant know I exist?
Does the ant know my name?
Does the ant know who I am? What I think about? What I feel?
Does the ant know what I do?
No.
Does the ant know where the sugar came from?
Does the ant know there's a sugarcane factory somewhere, where all the sugarcane is crushed and processed and so on?
Does the ant know there's a sugarcane farm somewhere?
Does the ant know there's a bunch of farmers somewhere, growing the sugarcane?
No.
When the ant smells the sugar, does it ask itself, "Hold on! Who put this sugar here? If it's Roy, I'll take it. But if it's Angela or Mariah, I won't!"
No.
The ant doesn't care who left the sugar there.
The ant doesn't understand that I went to the grocery store and paid for the bag of sugar in cash.
The ant doesn't understand the concept of cash.
The ant doesn't understand the concept of payment.
If I explained everything to the ant, would it understand?
If I sat down, and began lecturing the ant on how sugar came to be, came to exist, would it understand? Would it care?
No.
But, since the ant doesn't know or understand, does it mean all the above things don't exist?
Does it mean there is no farmer, no sugarcane farm, no factory, or delivery trucks, or grocery stores, or cash, or customers?
No.
What's the most an ant could ask another?
"Where did this sugar come from?"
And what's the most logical reply an ant could give another?
"It was here when I came."
That's about it.
An ant's brain is limited.
It's intelligence and understanding is limited.
Not because it wanted to be that way. But because it was predecided. An ant's brain has limited intelligence and thinking capacity.
So if you were born an ant, you wouldn't have much to think about.
And just like the ant, every other species has a limited intelligence and thinking capacity.
It may vary - a bird has more intelligence, a dog has more than that, a human has even more.
But they're all limited.
My example may be flawed, but the logic and concept make sense, don't they?
That's how limited I am.
I could only think so far ahead. I could only understand so much; until a point where my brain would be incapable of understanding things or making sense of things.
But that wouldn't mean those things don't exist.
If I said, doctors don't exist; medical science is a farce.
Would that mean doctors don't exist? That hospitals don't exist? Medicines don't exist?
No.
Doctors and hospitals and medicines would continue to exist. People would continue to be treated and cured.
Just because dvmb^ss Roy said doctors don't exist doesn't mean doctors would stop existing.
I think that's how the universe and God and karma and reincarnation and afterlife could be explained and make sense, at least to my limited brain.
Just because God refused to answer my prayers doesn't mean he doesn't exist.
Just because I can't see other galaxies doesn't mean they don't exist.
I couldn't possibly understand it all even if I tried.
My brain is only capable of understanding a portion of things.
I could know a thing or two about medicines, a thing or two about repairing vehicles, a thing or two about cooking, etc.
But I can't be a doctor, a surgeon, a nurse, a scientist, a mechanic, an engineer, an astronaut, an accountant and a CEO all at the same time. Is it possible? No, it isn't.
I could understand a few concepts regarding all these fields, but I couldn't quite possibly have a PhD in all these fields.
And even people who have degrees in these fields still learn new things and continue learning throughout their careers, don't they? Learning never stops. The knowledge is never complete. No doctor wakes up one day and says, "I can cure all diseases and treat all ailments. If it's in your body, I've got a cure!"
No pilot wakes up and says, "I can fly all types of aircrafts! If it can lift off the ground, I'm your man for the job!"
No.
That's why we have specialists.
That's why there are multiple licenses.
If I can't understand these fields, how can I possibly understand the universe? Creation? How the universe runs? How the world works? How karma works? Why some people suffer while others are happy? Why so many things don't make sense?
If God exists, why do so many people die of cancer?
Why are there diseases?
Why is there pain and suffering?
Why do some people go hungry and starve to death?
Why does war and violence and earthquakes and hurricanes and tornadoes and volcanoes exist?
Why do nice people suffer?
Why are bad people happy?
Why isn't everyone good?
Why do bad people exist?
Why is there sin?
Why are some children born with defects?
Why are some people so smart, while others are dvmb?
What's the logic behind all this?
How does it all work?
I'm limited by my intelligence.
But just because things don't make sense to me, doesn't mean things don't exist.
The universe doesn't run according to my brain and thinking capacity.
I, on the other hand, have to live, and adapt to survive according to the universe.
And what other choice do I have?
None.
Who am I? Really?
Just an insignificant human being, stuck somewhere on this planet, in this universe.
The world population recently crossed 8 billion people.
I am the one in 8 billion.
Just think about it.
Sometimes I walk into a room and there's like 50 people in it, and I'm already a nobody.
Imagine 8 billion people.
Where do I stand amongst those 8 billion others?
That's the reality of life.
No matter how cute or handsome I think I am.
No matter how smart or intelligent I think I am.
No matter how fast or strong I think I am.
No matter how talented I think I am.
There's probably at least a billion people who are more handsome, smart, intelligent, fast, strong and talented than me.
It's humbling, really.
I created my own little world and tried to stay happy in it. And I wasn't.
But there's a whole universe out there.
Forget our planet. There's hundreds of planets out there. With so many other species on them.
And I thought I was special.
Hmmm.
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