One day, a philosopher was sitting beneath a tree, thinking about the usual, what is life, what is my purpose etc. etc.
All of a sudden, he felt a cool breeze embracing his hair and face with love and warmth. Don’t know why, that experience made him believe very strongly in, life is about the little experiences that touch our being every moment.
So many guys have tried, some have taken the path of a sanyasi , few have tread the middle path proposed by Gautam Buddha, few have committed suicide, few have become hippies but no one has been able to figure out the existence of the almighty.
The question is not whether God exists or not, but whether one should actually be wasting his/her time in figuring out the same.
For what we are, a physical mass which tends to interact with whatever is around us, if it were not because of the experience per say, what is it to live.
In sweet and simple terms, if you are not experiencing, if you are not making yourself open to the little pleasures of life, you are not living. For life was meant to be experienced.
So, instead of trying to find who built Google, why not figure out the Google in you and get on an exploration spree.
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