I fail to even imagine how it will feel when somebody realises at the age of 70 that he has spent his entire life in pretention. The relationship that was the centre of his life was actually based on pretension. He never loved the person with whom he lived all through his life, and the entire relationship was based on practicality. Actually, he never allowed that person to peep into his secret world, and so did the other person. They lived together like strangers, pretending to society that they were very close. Actually, they never knew each other well enough to love.
What if somebody realises at the age of 70 that money and power, which were the targets of his life, have actually not given him any happiness? That means he has wasted his whole life under an illusion created by society. How horrible will it feel when a person has no time left to correct the hypothesis and restart? How will it feel to look back at those 70 years spent waiting for some happiness, founded on a hypothesis widely prevalent in society, and finally realising that the hypothesis was false and that somebody has actually made him a fool all his life?
What if somebody realises at the age of 70 that the spirituality they had been practising for the last so many years was actually nothing but a mental imagination? It was just that the same mental image was being projected by the minds of so many people who had joined the same organisation, and therefore nobody could realise its falsity. The truth was lost in the noise of the masses. The appearence of baba was deceptive and the poor mind could not distinguish. A whole life was wasted in pursuing something that was just a mental story.
What if somebody realises at the age of 70 that he could never understand himself? What if he gets to realise that layers and layers of unconscious mind have made the choices, and he was fool enough to say that he was in control of his life and making all the decisions. What if he realises the tricks his mind has played on him throughout his life and feels cheated? With no time left to do much, how will he feel.
Are these stories of some unfortunate people? Or are these the stories of most of us? The worst thing is that we do not realise this will be our story too, and before we realise this, we feel we are doing a great job by raising our children. Bringing them up to believe in the same rubbish. We feel that by making them believe the same stupid stories our minds have long believed, we are doing something great for our children. How will we feel at 70 when we realise that not only have we lived our lives under pretence and falsity, but we have passed the same on to our children? Will we be able to carry that burden on our souls? I don't know what stops us from examining the reality. I don't know why we're so dumb that we can't see what we are doing to our lives. Why do we reject the ray of light that so many enlightened souls have been trying to bring to our dark chamber? Why do we close all the doors and windows? People like Buddha and Sri Aurobindo invest their whole lives in passing on that ray of light to people living in dark chambers, and we waste our lives just to ensure that even a ray of light does not enter our close chamber, because that makes us so uncomfortable. The choice is ours: whether we want to handle that little discomfort now or handle the burden of having wasted our entire life in pretention at the age of 70.
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