On an ARTic exploration..

A lot many times, chatting around with friends, this question has popped up – “Sometimes I wonder, why was I born?” I am sure this question pops in many heads... Not that they are unhappy with their lives... not that they see no reason of their living, yet they just want to know....
Is it really important to find a purpose in life? Can’t we just live our lives, the way we do.. Without thinking as to why we have been given a chance to be on this earth?
I believe life has been given to live. We might have aims for ourselves, we might achieve them; we might not... But that shouldn’t stop us from “living” our lives. We should enjoy each moment that we have been blessed with... learn from each experience... try and get the better of ourselves as we grow... If we have a clean heart and kind intentions, we will keep finding the right path as we walk in this journey of life... We won’t necessarily have to try searching the reason of our existence. If the Almighty has sent us on this earth with a reason, he will find a way out to let us know...

Rushing through the office... catching the BIAS 8 volvo, straight from electronic City to the Airport, a 2.5 hrs drive... without an ipod (forgot to charge it) and a phone low on battery.. listening to the Kannada songs played in the bus.. observing the busy Bangalore roads all through the way, I managed to reach the airport on time and check in before 40 mins (as per the rule :D)) I boarded the flight and was comfortably seated in my ‘asked for’ window seat :) The instructions and all were given and finally the flight took off...
I was carrying a book in my handbag, but for some reason, I dint feel like reading it.. so, again I started looking out of the window.. After crossing the glitz of the city, the flight was now amidst a bed of clouds.... it was a wonderful sight.. it was like an illimitable canvas.. spread wide across... painted beautifully with a limited set of colors.. the first patch was pleasant light blue... what followed was a dark grey patch of clouds and then again a little darker shade of blue... and then a serene blue till my eyes could view...
As I observed the blue-white-grey maculation of the clouds, I couldn’t help but compare this canvas with the canvas of life.. Isn’t life the same? We face varied situations, some very good, just like the pleasant light blue patch, some very bad, sad, just like the dark grey patch... Some showing hope, just like the dark blue... but what I learnt from the view is, whatever the shade of the patch be, what lies ahead is the wide expanse of the serene blue.. That means, whatever phases of life we come across, good, bad, sad or happy, they are all just transient phases.. they all will pass through.. even if we wish to, we can’t really hold on to any of those.. it’s the cycle of life, after the good comes the bad, and after the bad comes good again... but the life that lies ahead promises to be calm and unruffled... just like the serene, peaceful and completely clear sky....
I gladly took an eyeful of the sight... and got down the plane hoping, may the patch of grey clouds be small in our lives... and most of it be painted with the strokes of bright blue!