Why do we have to be so complicated and worry about things like feelings, ethics and morality? Why can’t we be like animals? Then the only thing we have to worry about is “I have to survive”.
I’m not saying it would be better, just that it would be easier.
– Existential musings of my newly minted teenager.
Can’t we just go back to the toddler years when the only question I had to worry about was “What’s for dinner?”.
Me: Don’t disturb me for some time. I have to finish writing this chapter. I am on a deadline.
Her: Amma, you cannot put a time frame on art. It does not allow you to be free to create.
– Ah the innocence. And the many joys of not being an adult.
I do not particularly believe that there is a god, but I am not entirely dismissing the idea either. I guess for most people when things are not going too well, it is easier to blame it all on god, rather than say that they are responsible for it.
– Says my daughter, who can always be relied upon to cut right to the heart of the matter.
But god is not about money…
– insists my bewildered 10 yr old innocently, as we buy tickets and zip past the long queues to enter the inner sanctum at the temple.