I always thought the purpose of a human’s life or let’s limit it to my life is finding and maintaining peace. I was infuriated by the daily hulla-gulla, traffic noise, pollution, pokiness of my neighbors, unsolicited advice from my relatives, the national politics, cliché digital content, usual food, loud talks, idiotic TV programs, and the list is endless. I knew I would escape this someday and get to a place away from all the commotion. I knew I wouldn’t have to then especially find time to meditate on my work, passion projects and spiritual sides, I was sure it would come to me naturally. I knew I would then be better heard, and that I would matter a lot more.
Life gave me a chance to escape, and I grabbed it with both the hands as fast as I could. That’s how I landed at a place far from home, in search of peace. It was a dream come true, like many including I would say. A place with zero traffic, quiet, smiling people, unbeaten capital infrastructure, public transport, scenic landscapes, mountains, valleys, streams and rivers, melody of the birds, fresh scent in the air, snow and sun, decent workplace, unlimited leaves – no questions asked, no office politics forget about the national politics, no competition or jealousy, fair public policies, free education, optimum healthcare – a place straight out of the ‘ever-after’ described in the Bible and Quran.
Now was I looking for peace or this ever-after? I realize I was indeed looking for a life. And it got me into thinking can life be bereft of struggles? It then is equivalent to death, to the Biblical and Quranic ever-after. You cannot be a ‘living-dead’ then, can you? It wouldn’t be wrong in saying that now I have started to experience death in peace. But it also wouldn’t be wrong if I say that I died each day in struggle as well. My question is, what’s better? My discovery enlightened me that dying each day brings the motivation to rise, to fight death and live every day. Otherwise, is there any purpose to continue living in peace?
Life doesn’t require peace for it to continue, it requires a reason. And struggle alone can bring that reason. Facing it, standing tall against it all the time, for there’s no end to running from one utopian land to the next in search of peace. Upon looking back, I realize I was the most productive, efficient, and effective in chaos. As life drifted me towards ‘peace’, it brought me to ineptness, lethargy, and monotony. I was satisfied, but I am now not satisfied with this satisfaction as it means nothing but an end to my routine, rapport, and connections. Undoubtedly, I have been given the gift of time, which I am putting down the bin every single moment for I didn’t buy it. In my land, I had to fight out many odds to make or borrow time, it didn’t make sense then, but it totally makes complete sense now.
I have ditched peace. I am looking for chaos.
By: Nazneen Siraj Kachwala