I started this journey at some point in the pointless flow of eternity. As purposelessly as the motion of a stone set rolling down a mountain by the insensate boot of a careless traveller.
Unlike the stone, I have a lot of freedom to choose my path, the mode of my travel, the diversions and digressions. I can choose the people I want to meet, or at least my responses to them. I can laugh or brood. Laughter will not necessarily generate flowers on my way. Flowers are not necessarily more desirable than brambles.
Why do I have to make this journey at all? The May fly which has no mouth answered. “I live just a few hours,” said the May fly which had no mouth. “When I become an adult, I mate with another adult. Then I die. She lays eggs and she dies. The eggs hatch. More May flies are born. Only to mate and die.” And the May fly which had no mouth died.
I learnt that the May flies never eat any food. They have neither a mouth nor a stomach. Food is not required for such a short journey as a May fly’s. Yet May flies make the journey.
What’s the point of the journey? The point is that there is no point.
Okay, if your craving for a point is irresistible, how about this: the point is that you’ve got to go on. You’ve been kick-started into motion like the stone on the mountain and you have no choice but roll on. You’ve got to complete the journey. It’s your journey and no one else can make it for you.
What will I gain in the end? I ask. Nothing. There’s nothing to gain. Nothing to be lost either. It’s a journey, not a commercial enterprise. It’s a journey in which you are condemned to make choices. Only the beginning and the end are not in your control. All the rest is your choice. The people are there around you because you’ve chosen to have them. The places, the events – you’ve chosen them. Of course, you had no choice but to choose.
Your choice determines the whats and whys of your life. Call it meaning, purpose, loss or gain, what you wish.
While making the inevitable journey,
You can choose to learn, though there is nothing to be taught.
You can choose to understand, though there is nothing to be explained.
You can choose to unfold secrets, though there is no secret.
You can choose to be wise, though in folly lies the real wisdom.