Navigating the Quagmire...

The life we lead. It is not a known quantity.
Quality, tempered by achievements, and the lack thereof. Or so we think...
The human mind is small. Insignificant in fact. Comprehension of the vast untold is an unobtainable fantasy. One best left undesired. A firmly stated fact, one our scientific minds have yet to accept.

Today I saw a tree, Bent in ruku (well, not today...this post has been sitting, drafted, for far too long). I pass this tree almost everyday(when I pay campus a visit that is), yet one glance, one enlightened glance, and this sublime act of worship was breathtakingly manifested.
Like a cataract, sometimes we look but don't 'see'.

We strive, we struggle. The question to be answered though: for what?
It is an ill purposed, misaligned guidance that leads our lives.
Like the moth, drawn to the allure of light, we let this fantastical temptation more commonly known as 'the world' lead us.
We lie down, the martyr;  unsuspecting, unknowing...to what have we sold our soul?
This world. Hooked as we are, everyday...
A fallacy.

This guile of deception that is Dunya. An attack on the very spirit of who we are, Who we ought to be.
When a man no longer recognizes truth, he fights...with ardor...The willing martyr of a deluded course.
Our barriers are shorn...to draw us in has become no tough ask.
Drawn in, on journeys of wavering convictions. Journeys of perceived joy, imagined ease, and ill-defined success. A veneer of happiness. Nothing, but surface coating to the deeply rooted rust of our lives.

I think it is time we break these shackles. Stand defiant to worldly expectations, and live for truth and sincerity.  Perform that operation maybe, remove the blinding cataracts of deception.
Like that tree, submission.

In simplicity lies the key to this success, or so I'm told. Stand tall in submission.
Let the quality of our life be defined, not by the misinterpreted success of a false life, but by definitions of success as yet unknown to us at a personal level. The annals of history are replete with shining examples. For us though, our success, we need nurturing. Definition, at a level compatible with the thought processes of you and I.  For this.. to be defined.. guidance is in order.

Tangible guidance.
A challenge, to you and I!

Our logic is no true guidance, we would do well To accept, To understand, To believe, To follow this simple truth.
Logic would have us believe, Have us act. Induce mannerisms contrary to all ethics and principles of Deen.

Our logic is nothing but arrows of the devious. 

No man is safe from temptation, more so in a world of ludity and crudity.
Like the ignorant martyr. We are all guilty.
A sad day when the struggle is, in fact, nothing but a tumor. An obstacle to true benefit.

So once again. A challenge to us all.
Seek that guidance. Reap those rewards. Define that success!

University of Life

University. 

That exciting new stage in life. That new frontier. The wondrous times ahead. 

University. 

New people. Confusing structures. Confused lecturers. Complicated courses.

University. 

The final coming of age of every high school student. Dreamt of during many a tiring day in class, university always seemed to be the answer. Not an answer to a question posed per say. An answer to no question physically asked. An answer none-the-less. 

An answer to the ‘normal’ existence of a high school student.

I am an adrenaline junkie. I crave excitement. My ‘fix’ is in the very lack of normality. A normal school existence was a very long tunnel, one definitely in need of light at some end. 

University.

Mundane. Routine. Boring. Without intrigue. University. 

Who would have thought? The Answer hides questions anew. The novelty, glitter, and charm of University life is running dull, and I am fickle. 

I have come to an understanding. It has never been University. The answer to an un-posed question of a wandering mind was never in this institute of higher learning which, at the end of the day, is an institute of learning, and by nature devoid of fun.

That perceived yearning of a University life, has never had anything to do with University at all. The actual draw card. Novelty. 

My life has always been defined by landmark events. Exciting step after exciting step. Each step Progressively more expansive, as life meandered on. Parachuting. Backpacking. Road-Tripping. Scuba-Diving. Hiking. Camping. Biking. Bungee Jumping. White-Water Rafting. Hitch Hiking. 

Surviving. 

As stated, I am an adrenaline junkie. A thrill seeker.

Novelty, by its very definition, appeals to the core fibers of my being. It is my personality, my nature. Anything new, is bound to be fun (Not necessarily in the here and now).  All fun, is thrilling (At least by my definition), and I am in love with the novel.

To the whole University saga. I am bored. The novelness has run dry. 

That’s not to say I won’t complete. Stick it out, some say. Perseverance. Dedication. 

Who knows? That may in fact be the final play. 

To be absolutely honest, I enjoy this degree, Mechanical Engineering, it has elements of fun to it.

I have one last roll of the die though. A word of advice. Wisdom imparted if I may.

Passion.

Passion is the answer my friends, to that once long ago un-posed question. 

Not university, not Novelty. 

A fact of life, Novelty is no true motivating factor by any lasting standards. 

Familiarity breeds contempt, it is said. Similarly so, the loss of novelty is stolen allure.

To truly succeed. 

To rise. 

To fly. 

Passion is a requirement. It is an ingredient irreplaceable.

Fellow students, Future students…and other breathing beings. Think carefully. Choose wisely. Your career path, and life’s other mundane choices (True purpose is always defined, it is only the mundane we argue here), should forever be defined by passion. 

It is in passion that you will find contentment, through the obduracy and rigidity of all that is study...and life. (mundane of course)

Let not the glitter and glamour of novelty beguile you.

Find that ardor. 

Be passionate, else vicissitude shall always be yours.