So, the question just came to me today. What is the purpose of life? How do you say if a life is a successful life? What is that parameter that decides this? Is the purpose of life furthering your own joy? Is the purpose of life just chilling in the most luxurious of places? Is it just to be around your own family, work hard for them and raise children as good human beings? What is that success that we are all hoping for?
At this point of time (especially after a busy day), I feel that this question must be answered individually by each and every person. A standard one size fit all idea will not work for all.
I used to have my own definition of how a happy life would be. I thought when people were poor, they were sad. I thought when people did not have their families around, they felt lonely. I thought when people had no one at their wedding, they felt miserable. But well, those were my thoughts and I might have felt these if I was in any of these situations. I just projected these thoughts on the world and assumed it is true for all. Until I saw the reality. There are exceptions and exceptional people all around.
Now A little background about myself: Our wedding was grand. We had beautiful loving people all around us who wished us the best. Our love was (and is) recognized by all of them. A beautiful moment to cherish. Ours was not like a super luxurious most expensive wedding but it was nice as per our own taste. It was religious, it was romantic, it was filled with so many people who loved us. Now, I came across many weddings in my family and close friends who had really grand weddings. I feel happy that they were happy but never do I ever think if I could have had grand royal weddings like them.My husband is just like me in this. He cares not about outside grandeur. But to some people around me, it matters. The grander the wedding, the more wonderful and successful the people were, or so people thought. 🙂
My mind opened when I met people who got married at a courthouse by themselves and just two other witnesses, had a pizza for dinner and just were in love and truly enjoyed the company of each other. Is that wedding any less than mine? Of course not. I am smiling at this thought.
Now, the matter of success takes on an interesting turn. I thought having a big house with garden is the measure of a person’s success in their 20s. For many years when I was growing up, I remember vividly having dreams of being in houses that were really big, almost castle-like . I do have a much much larger house than my parents. I do have garden with trees, fruits, herbs and flowers. Indeed it is a beautiful life.
But then my mind opened. I see people who build their tiny houses (tinier than my living room) and living happily in deserts and forests, with not a care in their hearts but with lot of love and hope. Aren’t they successful? Of course, to me, they surely are.
Now, what is success to me? To live meaningfully and inspire others to live a life that is truly theirs. Let your heart decide what is your success. I know it is a vague answer but I know success is neither a life of luxury and convenience, nor a life of meditative visions. Success is being balanced in the here and now, and creating the space of possibility to live harmoniously with oneself and with all the species.
It is 12:30 AM, midnight right now. I wrote this post with a smile and joy that has opened my mind even further.