Driving to office in the morning and driving back from office in the evening is always a very interesting experience. I get a chance to reflect over the meaning of life, death, birth, universe and everything in between. Is there a logic to life? When something happens, does it happen because of some grand plan? Or is it just pure chance? When I choose to do something, are any of the choices better than the other ones? Today, on the drive back home a thought came. Is teaching a person to read and write good or bad? Is it still good if the person goes on to become a violent criminal who ultimately kills hundreds of thousands of people because he was able to create a very powerful weapon? Now, is killing the person a bad choice if a person from the future traveled back in time and killed him knowing that he was going to kill a lot of people otherwise?
Since there is no time machine and we cannot know in advance the outcome of our choice, we just have to make a choice and live with the consequence. There is no point lamenting over whether we should have made this choice or that. That is probably why almost all the scriptures say the same thing. We are tools of the God. We just do whatever he commands us to do. When he tells us to make a bad choice, we make it. When he tells us to make a good choice, we also make that.
When I drive to office in the morning, there is usually a lot of traffic on the road and they move very slowly. Since I don’t have to reach office at a fixed time, I don’t usually get anxious. But sometimes, when I didn’t have a good night sleep, or when the kids wake up earlier than usual and do not let me have a proper breakfast, or when I oversleep, or for some other reason, my mind gets anxious. During such time, I observe myself driving more carelessly. I also see other drivers trying to pass each other dangerously or driving very close. They probably also have one thing or the other going on in their head. Many times I have seen that when I drive in the same lane without trying to pass other cars, I reach office faster than the other drivers who are passing each other, speeding up and stopping and doing different things to go faster. That happens because there are many cars on the road. Each is being driven by an intelligent driver. No one knows beforehand what the other driver is going to do. Then, there are traffic signs, cross-sections and traffic lights. Life is also like this, a fabric with many threads and inersections. You are just a car in this vast fabric of life. There are innumerable other lives. Then there are the dead ones who still reside in you. Don’t be surprised if the dead people exert some influence over your life. When you think about it, a part of a dead person always lives inside of you. They guide you and help you make choices in life. Every choice you make moves you in this fabric. The fabric is so vast and intricate that you never see the consequence of your choice over your own or someone else’s life. Sometimes a small act of kindness performed by a complete stranger may completely change the course of your life for good. Another time, an act that you think is good and righteous, results in ruining a life of a complete stranger. In both cases, you may not even become aware what actually happened.