I Beg to Differ By C.J. Sinclair
When I think of existence, I cannot help but wonder, "What is life, anyway?" Where do I fit in the grand scheme of life? What is the point of it, anyway? Is this a test—and if so, am I passing it? Sometimes, when in this state, I prefer to think of the world as a big Hollywood production. It makes it that much easier to swallow all the pain and tragedies that are broadcast before our eyes day in and day out. How else can one possibly comprehend the extent to which humanity can be inhumane—to a point where taking a life is nothing but a gateway to paradise? Surely, with all this enragement and inhumanity, one cannot be blamed for hoping that it is all a big scam—that somewhere between all these takes, someone will shout, "Cut!"
The voice of reason usually comes knocking at about that time and I am drawn back to reality. At just about that point in time, I always find myself drawn to those wise words – Je pense donc je suis (René Descartes). Don't ask me why but it seems to be a good start to analyse this mystery that has been with us for time immemorial. Whether for the sake of sanity or rather to affirm my sanity, I am inclined to believe that the thought process itself is in many ways where the truth about life lurks. I have heard both from secular and religious leaders that our thoughts, hence the mind determines where we go in life. Our thoughts define who we are, how we act, and in the final analysis what contributions we make in this thing we call life. So, you see, Descartes was after all onto something.
