Mr. Indigo's Philosophy
Finding himself in an unexpected journey which twisted and tossed him about like a piece of paper in the wind—the details of which can be summed up in phrases like “travel-bag stolen in the train,” “no permanent residence,” “couch-sleeping at friends’ places,” etc. Mr. Indigo found himself formulating a new outlook towards life. He borrowed a laptop from his friend Mr. M. Doley and wrote:
Living to the fullest is to “not” know how the next day would be. When I ponder about this axiom I feel there is truth in it but then I am also reminded of the other side of the issue. That it is not for everyone to grasp the truth of the meaning of the axiom. For example, a person who grasps the philosophy well enough would know that there is nothing to know what the next day would be. The next day—if he were not to die—he would still be on earth, he would still be eating something to keep his biological metabolism running, he would still have hands and legs, eyes and ears, he would still have some old habits of mind and temperament. And most importantly he would still have that something which is beyond the realm of the body or the mind but has to do with his inclination of the spirit. This last, the spiritually advanced man knows to be permanent and knows it to be his shining beacon of light wherever he went or whatever he transformed into. And yet he will not be able to foresee in detail the kind of day he is going to have in the next day, inside him will be an element of expectancy and some fear to every new day that comes by. He even himself cannot foresee what he is going to do, every day is new to him—he does not know whom he will come across the next day, the kind of news he is going to hear or sometimes even the kind of food he is going to eat for dinner. In short, this man does not foreknow the details of his day, but he does “know” what he is, the stuff he is made of. What I mean by the latter needs to be explained. He does know what he is, the stuff he is made of, it means that he knows that he is not evolved enough to go about eating nothing, and most importantly he knows—at least to some extent—what he is here to do on earth, and that knowledge will be within him the next day and the next and ad infinitum. Thus for the wise man, life is one big adventure. It is one big adventure because he has no idea what new characters will appear in his life the next day, nor has he any idea which place his adventure will land him in. He only knows a few permanent things and with those few permanent things in hand he moves out to face the unknown. I realize that the part where I talk about new characters in one’s life sounds confusing, and so does the new place he will land in. By the former I mean literally as well as metaphorically. Consider this, a man in an adventure, say, an adventure to become one of the greatest doctors in the world, or the greatest architect, he is bound to work zealously to perfect his craft and on this quest he will look up new books, and seek after people who can make his great dream come true—whatever the case, he will have to consult or interact with people—thus even if he does not literally meet new characters he will meet them in his mind, he will see them in their actions. He will feel them and live them in the great works done by them. And he will meet characters in his memory too, a strange resurfacing of individual events and people of his past who will aid him and guide him in his quest. The latter is to be taken in a similar vein, by places I mean the places he will have to visit and knock doors in in order to make his great dream come true. By this I just don’t mean knocking at literal doors, but also knocking into email addresses and into entrance tests.
Living to the fullest is to “not” know how the next day would be. When I ponder about this axiom I feel there is truth in it—and I tried to explain this truth above—but then I am also reminded of the other side of the issue.
The other side of the issue is that it is not for everyone to grasp the meaning of the axiom. A man might run out doing crazy stuff, beating people up, getting drunk, and seducing every other woman, and he can say that he is living life to the fullest, that he has no idea what the next day would be like. This man does not realize that his impulses are triggering other impulses of the same kind, and that there is nothing unpredictable about his next day. He is a creature of his mental habits and heading towards more burden and bondage. In short, his life is not an adventure that fills the heart with joy. He has no eyes to appreciate the uncertainty of each day that comes to his life. And hence, it is not for everyone to grasp the meaning of the axiom.
But after the labor that I have put into dissecting the axiom I consider it not too imprudent to hope, and if I may, to even believe that the dear reader will not misunderstand me when I say that “Living to the fullest is to “not” know how the next day would be.”