Of courage and convictions...

I'm drawn to rebels. I spent the evening on a thoroughly enjoyable research on the Naxalite movement, and the characters surrounding it. Without going into the good and bad, right and wrong of it, it is a mystery, what drives these men and women into such extreme paths. What drives them, enables them, with the courage and conviction to trust their beliefs and ideals enough to take on the might of an entire nation.

Then there's us, hesitant on disagreements with our bosses at work for fear of retribution. Hesitant to live our lives on our own terms, for fear of upsetting the apple cart, which drives our life in its slow, plodding, monotonous lanes. Why are some of us so extremely staunch in their beliefs, enough to stake their lives on it, and most others so unwilling to take chances, when the stakes are much lower. It's all you see, to do with convictions, and the courage to act upon them.

This post, out of the blue, is not a call to break the status quo, as nothing will, and life will go on as it always has, but it is to serve as a mere observation on our lives, and the lack of meaning to it. You live to work, earn money and get by. You live to sustain yourself and your family. You live to post those filter perfect photos on Instagram, you live to write your pointless blog posts in your drunken stupor, hoping it all drives something, and means something, that there is a purpose to your life and that you're living up to it, but you're not.

All that is needed, is some conviction, and the courage to act upon it. That's all it takes to serve the glorious purpose. That is the secret ingredient. Easier said than done, in a world full of confused robots. In a world that was to be taken over by the machines, it's ironic that it is we who are now the machines, leaving out our most human qualities, driven by tasks and our need and compulsion to complete them.

I'm drawn to rebels, but I wasn't, and never could be one.

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  1. amritaAugust 31, 2020 at 7:59 PM

    Good to see you write. Yes rebels are fascinating, but difficult to live with.

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