Musings

Post-exam contemplations throw a lot of weird thoughts in my mind! They make me restless, almost anxious and leave a severe bitter feeling as to the possible career mistakes I've made so far. Yes, it happens. The urban planning and development reading material already made me ponder over the unemployment and youth factors of which, turns out, I am quite an active member. I am a voluntarily unemployed person according to the definitions in the textbooks. But we know better than to believe these definitions, don't we?

I saw a particularly funny GIF that showed a young man in beard running recklessly through a dense forest with the caption- young people tired with society are running into wilderness. My first thought was, what are 'we' young people running away from? What does society do to us or we to society that we feel like running away from civilization? I really believe we are rebels without a cause. Most of us, that is. We get bored easily, tired quickly, disinterested easily, distracted quickly and a whole lot of easily-quickly syndromes lie at our feet. What is it that we are searching for? Is it security like our parents or their generation? Or is it comfort and luxury that our parents and their generation longed for? Is this all? Are these the measures of our existence? Or is there more to our lives?

The future looks bleak. I am sure all the generations prior to ours have said this with more vehemence than we feel. Our outrage has lost its sharpness. We take comfort in technology and also get overtly bored with its misuse and then run for nature's lap, whilst also again yearning for our fast, technological lives. Vicious circle, it seems. I think acceptance that it's a circle is a start. I remember spending some time doing origami when I was stressed and super bored with academics but that's it. I couldn't sustain a constant level of enthusiasm and interest for something other than my brain was used to- chaos even if it were academics. The slow pace of origami proved too simple and undemanding for my brain to handle. So we devise mechanisms to stay involved and busy and fiddling seems the only better thing. Circling around in known and unknown terrains, wishing we could get out of it and once we are, we long to be in it again. Why are our minds in such turmoil? Is a stable and secure lifestyle right from our childhoods without any struggle driving us to this point of boredom and non-alignment with society? How else could we not experience society's evils and still claim to be so fed up with it so as to run away into wilderness?

My questions have no end. My thoughts keep churning and they force me to contemplate on this life's earnings. I suppose its better than stifling ourselves into an endless smog of mindlessness!