With every sunrise, in the jungles of Africa, there is a race for survival. An age old hunter vs pray dichotomy begins to unfold. Existence, in itself is not trivial. “That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on and you may continue a verse”. Walt Whitman’s powerful verses still ring true. Only in existence lies infinite possibilities.
In order to do so, we must work incessantly. As the stoic philosophers put it, the finger is already pointing at us. Are we going to hide? Are we going to shirk from the duty assigned to us? Where will this lead us?
For the jungle dwellers of Africa, the answer is clear. As the first golden rays touch base, the slowest deer must run faster than the slowest lion to see the next dawn. At the same time, there is a need for the slowest lion to run a bit faster than the slowest deer to satiate its hunger. Else, the night has to be spent in an empty stomach. No matter who you are, you must run.
Our time is finite, the path long and wary. Even then, we must get up every morning and get going. This is the only way which works. We must know that when we move forward, we leave a legacy behind for others to follow. On our shoulders, rest the dreams of many more, who are yet to trudge on the path paved by us.
Which path to follow though? The answer may be found in the following verse.
“Mahājano yena gataḥ sa panthāḥ”
“Only, walking in the footsteps of great men who have walked ahead of us and have experienced the truth can really give us the way.”