Ways of life…

4 May

Linderman: There comes a time when a man has to ask himself whether he wants a life of happiness or a life of meaning.

Nathan: I’d like to have both.

Linderman: Can’t be done. Two very different paths. To be truly happy, a man must live absolutely in the present, no thought of what’s gone before and no thought of what lies ahead. But a life with meaning, a man is condemned to wallow in the past and obsess about the future.


As a child we start with seeking ‘life of happiness’. No scraps from past; no worries of future. And then we grow up.  We try to make life meaningful. By calculating and controlling things. We definetely lose the ‘life of happiness’, and we get ‘life of meaning’ or not is decided by our destiny and the effort we put in. We may or may not succeed.

Does the path to ‘life of meaning’ kills the happiness? Not necessarily- I guess, but in most of the cases yes. Some say attending the pinnacle of ‘life of meaning’ gives the eternal happiness. But isn’t a bird in hand worth two in bush? Or we are supposed to try and lose sleep(happiness) for this?

What is the ideal way? Are we all cursed to lose happiness? Or is it a game in which we lose no matter what path we chose?


Mohinder: Where does it come from? This quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we would be better off not looking at all. Not delving. Not yearning. But that’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference. To change the world. To dream of hope. Never knowing for certain who we’ll meet along the way. Who, among the world of strangers, will hold our hand. Touch our hearts. And share the pain of trying.


One Response to “Ways of life…”

  1. Shiv October 16, 2011 at 2:04 AM #

    When in ambuiguity, the simplest thing is to give it up. But I am not ready to do that untill I go all the way to the bottom of it. If being like children was perfect, life would not be designed in a way that we grow up and mature. Even the most innocent of the animals have to fight for their life. And that is where the life force lies, not in finding comfort.

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