Fear gives men wings

Pain makes us appreciate happiness better. It seams without the dark side life becomes monotonous. People dream of a beautiful world, the god’s own backyard where innocence is never lost; where anger never materializes, where tears never fall and pain never felt. We hail the return of the son of god; we wait in anticipation for the rebirth of a pure soul. We want them to eradicate the evil and reward the good. We want them to show us a better life, No pain. In all we embrace a perfect world.

In reality, our subconscious won’t take it. It would reject it with the same vigilance as it fights a disease. It would need the circle of life, a balanced equation. When we have Christ, we need an anti-Christ.

But world is moving towards a better life, one might argue of the moral corruption and AIDS and terrorism and Bush. Right all this has made a mockery of human values but in general our life has become better. Women have an equal say in most part of the world, death by unnatural causes has gone down considerably. The list goes on. Countries are moving forward, we no more have a single super power. We are entering a multi powered era. Our life style has become more comfortable; humans enjoy more and suffer less. Technology is more affordable. In all we have started to feel less and want more.

Deep down this worries everybody. Even when I want everybody happy, why would my soul reject it? Why do I appreciate a Mohammed Ali better than a Lenox Lewis., Maybe harder times test ones character. Hence we are awed by a broken champion who stood his ground than one who won everything and had everything. Maybe we don’t need a perfect world but a will to handle imperfection better.

Then I need pain to define myself, hardship to make me a better human. We know saints who gave up all. They go through a life of hardship, a life of devotion, a life of passion. Then I wonder, what gives them the purpose, the cause for such a selfless sacrifice, not just their life but also the lives around them. Since I know there can’t be a perfect world, heaven as you call it. I know, a better a pure life is not the force behind such an inhuman devotion. I wonder, is this really a devotion to a superior being asking for a life without pain. Then it hit me, it’s not the passion at all; it’s the fear. Fear which give men wings.

Its fear which motivates them, its fear that keeps them going on through their hardship. It’s the fear of going through all this all over again. Pain is a powerful motivator, since we are blessed with a sixth scene. We now no more just feel pain but understand it.