The existence of life and its beauty, both are hidden in the "uncertainties" of
life.
The man who claims himself to be super intelligent gives thousands of opinions
on others and various subjects as if no other person is more intelligent than him;
but ask him about the 'sleep' in which he spends one-third of his lifetime and he
is clueless... Isn't it ironical?
If we stop considering ourselves special on the level of physicalities, half our
sorrows will disappear by themselves. From sickness to death, events to
accidents; what happens to others, can always happen to us and our beloved
ones too... Then what's the point in grieving about them for so long?
There are many things which are difficult for any wise man to understand... Like
the rewards that are bestowed by God in heaven on performing good deeds; the
same when done here are condemned by the religious heads, but then who are
they to condemn it?
Without knowing your own mind, no success can be achieved in life. But to
understand the mind, neither books nor teachings are available. This is the sole
reason for such a miserable failure of human beings.
Wonder, how can these Jain monks consider all the good things right from
sumptuous meals, good clothes to being fresh and fragrant also a taboo? In that
case, according to them all the animals should be considered "Pure Jain".
Neither do we have to make the sun or moon rise nor manage gravitation. We do
not even have to convert the food that we eat into blood. All that we have to do
is, put our own life on the path of peace, bliss and success. Isn't it amusing that
we, who claim ourselves to be so intelligent, cannot do even this bit of work?
Because we know, we are doing wrong, what others think of us holds so much
importance to us.