Siddhartha sat down in the park. He could hear all the noises from the streets as the park was situated in the middle of the city. He remembered what Kamini told him before he started the journey.
Back then, Siddhartha was so sure about life. So sure about the path he chose. Then one day he met Kamini who changed everything with just a few words. She questioned all the sureties he had. She asked Siddhartha how he can be detached unless he has ever been attached. How he can leave everything behind unless he had them at least for once. Kamini asked him to attain and experience everything worldly before leaving everything behind. That day, siddhartha started taking the high way. He used to think high way was easy, and all those people who took it were mere idiots and cowards. It didn't take too long before he started worrying about the price of petrol, what to talk to a girl, and the menu for lunch. Life got too busy.. and he believed he was still learning something. But, some moments just questioned that faith. He found himself struggling in the middle of the street without knowing the direction, then Kamini asked him to sit down , and Siddhartha obeyed once again.
Siddhartha asked his spirit, "Am I still in the path, do I still have my motivation to search?" His spirit started talking in a strong but calm voice, " Beneath all these masks we are wearing, the stereotypes hollywood has assigned to us, I wanna believe you and them are one, that you are gonna be one.
The difference is whether you believe in free will or not. You can't say, "Yeah I do, we have control over certain things, and not on everything" unless you are a coward.
you believe in fate. In my world classical mechanics rules. It's the science of the obvious. Freewill is a fairytale. So, that makes you free from guilt. Your IQ wasn't your choice. Your genetic code wasn't either. You didn't choose the country or your language. You just reacted to the situations like all other machines do.
Now, If you believe freewill exists, don't try to prove it. All what matters is your belief, not the proof.
It doesn't matter what we call it, the collective consciousness of the world believes that there is a power which favours justice. That's why the history criticises those who failed. I call that power destiny. You have heard people saying, "I think there for I am", Incomplete.. "We believe there for I am". You should have the balls to say Descartes was wrong.
About Love and hatred: There are two kinds of people in this world, those who deserve to be loved and those who don't deserve even your hatred.
1 or 0. 'May be' doesn't exist in my beautiful world. Here no one plays dice. My consciousness is not a coincidence. If you are listening it, it was destined to be so."
Siddhartha opened his eyes. He wasn't sure about his own existence but he was sure about his journey once again. He smiled lightly. And started walking again.
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