Skip to main content

THE MYTH OF FREE WILL & MEANING OF LIFE

Imagine, if you will, that you sat down in some infinite realm and took hold of a magical pen—a pen that could not only write words on a page but could shape experiences, events, moments of laughter and moments of sorrow. With this pen, you carefully wrote the story of your life, choosing the twists and turns, the highs and the lows, the lessons and the triumphs. And then, with a flick of cosmic intention, you released this book into the universe. It became a movie, each scene unfolding perfectly, effortlessly, as if it were meant to be.

But then, something curious happened: your memory of crafting this story was wiped. Suddenly, the awareness that you had orchestrated it vanished. All that was left was you, stepping onto the stage of existence, ready to experience the film with no recollection of the author’s hand behind it. Being born, you see, was like pressing “play” on this intricate, divine script. The story was set, the movie rolling. And thus, here you are, seemingly without control, believing yourself at the mercy of fate, yet intimately woven into the fabric of this tale.

Now, as you live this life, it might feel as though you have no say, no choice—no freedom to alter the plot. For the story, indeed, has already been written. You may kick, you may scream, you may wish it to change, but the scenes march on in inevitable sequence. Yet here is the marvelous twist: while you may not control the scenes themselves, what hasn’t been predetermined is your perspective. This is your sacred domain.

In that simple choice—how you view the unfolding story—you discover a power more profound than any control over events. Perspective becomes the alchemy of existence. And if you can master this subtle art, intentionally choosing your point of view, understanding deeply that this is your only true freedom, something transformative occurs. You begin to see beauty even in hardship, meaning even in chaos. By focusing on the grace within each moment, you make the pain disappear, and suddenly, the scenes take on a new light.

So, scene by scene, you become less enmeshed in the illusion of the storyline itself. Rather than getting lost in the plot, you become an enthusiastic observer, delightedly finding the hidden gems, the Easter eggs in each scene—the lessons, the love, the subtle winks from the universe.

In the end, while we may not have the liberty to rewrite the events of our lives, we hold the immeasurable freedom to add the soundtrack, to color it with laughter and wonder. That, dear friend, is the true magic of existence: the liberty not to shape the script but to shape the experience of watching it unfold.

Dive deeper: Read this post on the problem with problems 



Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Trojan Horse of the Mind

The modern world—an endless buffet of information, a ceaseless tide of stimulus. The mind, restless as a monkey swinging from branch to branch, clings to every new scrap of data, every fleeting sensation, convinced that to stop would be to die. And so, we do not stop. We press forward, consuming information like a starving man at a feast, never questioning the quality of the meal. And when exhaustion sets in—when the mind begs for rest—what do we do? Do we sit in the silence of our own being, allowing the world to settle around us? No. Instead, we pick up another screen, another drip of dopamine disguised as "rest." A Trojan Horse of relaxation, we say. “This is not distraction; this is education. This is the news. I must stay informed! I must not be an ignorant fool!” And yet, the anxiety lingers. The distrust festers. We wonder, “What is wrong with them ?” But rarely do we turn the lens inward, to ask: What am I feeding my mind? Who is the chef in my kitchen? Who decides ...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Evil Side Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit

Ah, the entrepreneurial spirit—a force so potent, so magnetic, that it can both create and consume. It is the whisper in the ear, the gleam in the eye, the drive that stirs one to create something from nothing. But like all powerful forces, it is a double-edged sword, a dance with the devil and the divine. You see, the spirit of entrepreneurship is neither good nor bad; it simply is . It is energy, a vibration, a frequency of movement. It is the will to build, to expand, to conquer the unknown. But whether it liberates or enslaves depends entirely on the one who wields it—or, more accurately, the one who is possessed by it. Are you born with it? Ah, now there’s the question. Some come into this world with that unmistakable glint in their eye, a spark that refuses to be dimmed. Others find it along the way, attracted by the promise of power, wealth, and influence. It can be summoned, cultivated, but it is never truly yours. No, it is a spirit—a force that you can dance with but never fu...
Post a Comment
Read more

The Mirage of civilization

Ah, civilization—this delicate, shimmering veil stretched thinly over the raw and untamed nature of humanity. We take it for granted, assuming it is a solid foundation beneath our feet. But in truth, it is a mirage—one that vanishes the moment the conditions shift. Recently, I found myself in what I can only describe as a rehearsal for apocalypse. One moment, the world hummed along with its predictable rhythms; the next, everything stopped. No power. No water. No way to communicate. No information to explain what had happened or how long it would last. I was alone, surrounded by silence, and cut off from the world as if I had been stranded on an island. The roads—those lifelines of civilization—were gone, blocked, erased from function. And in that void, something fascinating began to unfold. At first, there was a kind of peace, a return to something ancient and pure. The distractions that normally consume us had evaporated, leaving behind only the present moment. There was joy in the s...
Post a Comment
Read more