I recently read a thrilling account of the Mahabharata, one of the ancient epic stories of India. Similiar to the Iliad, it was full of vengeance, deceit, envy and war. This particular account was told from Princess Panchaali's point of view, which was maybe why I was so captivated with her story.
The entire story was fated, the characters knew what their destinies were and unfolded them perfectly, like actors on a stage. The most important things they had was their word & honor and they would stop at nothing to protect it.
Man, times have changed. People talk a lot of shit and don't back it up. Comfort is king and few people go out of their way to protect anything. I bet a lot of people wish they knew their destinies, so they could know what purpose to pursue instead of guessing at what they're supposed to be doing. Sometimes something that seems so right might end up so wrong. But was it fated that way? Destined to be so?
The jury is still out on that one. Maybe the truth of existance only lies outside this world of pleasure and sorrow. And so we're left to meander on through our own palace of illusions.
The entire story was fated, the characters knew what their destinies were and unfolded them perfectly, like actors on a stage. The most important things they had was their word & honor and they would stop at nothing to protect it.
Man, times have changed. People talk a lot of shit and don't back it up. Comfort is king and few people go out of their way to protect anything. I bet a lot of people wish they knew their destinies, so they could know what purpose to pursue instead of guessing at what they're supposed to be doing. Sometimes something that seems so right might end up so wrong. But was it fated that way? Destined to be so?
The jury is still out on that one. Maybe the truth of existance only lies outside this world of pleasure and sorrow. And so we're left to meander on through our own palace of illusions.
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