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You didn’t hire the heart!

You Didn’t Hire the Digestion Department: On Ramana Maharishi and the Supreme Doer

The 3 AM Regret Committee

You know how it works.

It’s somewhere between 2:47 and 3:15 AM, and your brain, which had absolutely nothing useful to say during the actual meeting, has suddenly convened an emergency session. The agenda? Every bad decision you have ever made. The tone? Prosecutorial. The mercy on offer? None.

“Remember 2009? That thing you said to Ramesh? Remember the job you didn’t take? The relationship you didn’t value enough? That investment you made in what turned out to be the financial equivalent of a paper boat in the monsoon?”

And so the mind replays, rewinds, and re-examines, as if a 47th viewing of the blunder might somehow change the ending.

We’ve all been there. If you haven’t, please write a separate blog, because clearly you are an entirely different species.

Enter the Sage. No PowerPoint Required.

A devotee once came to Bhagavan Ramana Maharishi at Arunachala with exactly this question – not at 3 AM necessarily, but with the same existential heaviness. The weight of past deeds. The crushing burden of karmic ledgers that seem to carry interest at rates that would embarrass a credit card company.

“Bhagavan,” the devotee essentially asked, “how do I get out from under the effects of the bad things I have done?”

Now, another teacher might have assigned a few hundred rounds of a mantra, or perhaps a month-long diet of boiled vegetables and noble thoughts. Ramana’s answer was something far simpler – and, if you sit with it, far more earth-shaking.

He said, in effect: Look. Right now, are you digesting your lunch?

The Stomach Has Better Things to Do Than Take Your Opinions

Here is the miracle that happens every single day that we completely ignore.

You eat your idly-sambar. Perhaps some rice in the afternoon. Maybe, if you are having a particularly adventurous evening, some pasta that you told yourself was “light.” And then – and this is the remarkable part – you forget about it entirely.

You don’t sit there holding a clipboard, managing the acid levels, dispatching enzymes, supervising the peristaltic movement of your intestines. You don’t schedule a 4 PM reminder saying, “Check on protein absorption in the small intestine.” You just… live your life.

Meanwhile, an incredibly complex, unimaginably precise operation is happening inside you. Every minute. Every second. And you are not running it.

Your heart beats. Not because you remembered. Not because you set it up in a settings menu somewhere. It just beats – about 100,000 times a day – without a single conscious instruction from you. Your lungs breathe. Your liver quietly does something extraordinary with seventeen different toxins from last Tuesday. Your immune system, right now, is probably handling something that would have hospitalised you if it had waited for you to notice it.

You are hosting an operation more complex than ISRO’s mission control, and you are completely unaware of it.

And Ramana’s point was this: Who do you think is running that?

The Invisible CEO

Think of your body as a massive corporation. Thousands of departments, millions of processes, an unimaginably intricate supply chain running 24/7 without a single holiday or a “we are experiencing high volume, please wait” message.

Now – who is the CEO?

It certainly isn’t your conscious mind. Your conscious mind is that enthusiastic but slightly clueless intern who sits in the front office, takes all the credit, and panics when the WiFi goes down. The real operations are being managed by something far more capable, far more silent, and far more permanent.

The ancient texts call it Ishwara. Ramana called it the Self. Modern people might call it Source, or Consciousness, or if they are trying very hard to avoid Sanskrit, “the Intelligence underlying existence.”

The name doesn’t matter. What matters is this: it is running the show. It has always been running the show. You are not, and have never been, the Chief Executive.

“But What About My Mistakes?”

And here is where Ramana’s answer becomes genuinely revolutionary.

If the same Supreme Intelligence that runs your digestion and beats your heart is also the Force underlying all of existence – then who, exactly, was the “doer” of those past actions you’re so busy prosecuting yourself for?

This is not a hall pass for bad behaviour. This is not Vedantic permission to be careless. This is something far more precise.

It’s the recognition that the “you” who made those decisions – the anxious, grabbing, fearful, confused identity that acted back then – was itself a product of a web of causes and conditions so vast and so complex that no individual ego could have possibly directed it. Ramana is essentially saying: you were not the driver. You were, at most, the passenger who thought they were steering.

Think of it like the GPS on your phone. You think you’re navigating. But the GPS is using satellite data, traffic algorithms, map updates, real-time rerouting decisions – a million variables your eyes can’t even see. If you end up on the wrong road, is it really you who chose it? Or was it the signal, the map data, the moment of distraction, the imperfect information?

The Supreme Doer – that vast Intelligence – accounts for all of it. Every variable. Every condition. Every circumstance that led to every choice.

The Background App You Forgot About

Here’s another way to think about it.

On your phone right now, there are apps running in the background that you have completely forgotten exist. They are syncing your data, updating your contacts, managing your cloud storage – quietly, competently, without any drama or press releases.

Consciousness works the same way. It is the background process that runs everything – your autonomic nervous system, the movement of the planets, the water cycle, the growth of a child in the womb. It doesn’t send you notifications. It doesn’t ask for acknowledgment. It simply operates, with a precision and elegance that makes the most advanced AI look like a pocket calculator.

And here is the liberating part: that same Intelligence was also the background process behind everything that has happened to you, and everything you have done.

The good. The bad. The cringe-worthy. The regrettable. All of it arose from that Totality.

The Lighter Wallet of Guilt

Ramana’s teaching isn’t asking you to become irresponsible. It’s asking you to become honest.

The ego says: “I did that. I am guilty. I must carry this forever.”

The Supreme Doer teaching says: “That action arose from the Totality. You were the instrument. The instrument is not guilty of what the music is.”

When you truly internalize this – even for thirty seconds – something remarkable happens. The fist in your chest around that old regret… loosens. Not because you have escaped accountability, but because you have suddenly seen the full picture of what accountability even means when you are not, in fact, the independent agent you thought you were.

The cosmic laptop, as it were, has a much better virus protection system than your individual guilt-loop.

A Practical Experiment

Next time you find yourself spiralling into the past – whether it’s 3 AM or 3 PM – try this.

Take a slow breath. Notice the breath happening. Notice that you did not decide to breathe in the last sixty seconds – it just happened. Notice that your heart is beating, your cells are functioning, your temperature is being regulated, all without a single conscious instruction from you.

And then ask: who is doing all of that?

Sit with that question. Not to get an intellectual answer, but to feel the weight of the Intelligence behind it. The same Intelligence that handles your digestion with such extraordinary precision is also handling the full arc of your story – including the chapters you wish you could redact.

And maybe, just maybe, that Intelligence knows a bit more about the editing process than your 3 AM committee does.

The Final Word (From Arunachala, Not from Me)

Ramana was the quietest revolutionary who ever lived. He didn’t shout from rooftops. He didn’t run workshops with certificates and a merch table. He just sat, in stillness, and pointed to the one thing that was undeniably real: the Self – the Supreme Doer – that underlies everything.

His message on past karma wasn’t “don’t worry about it.” It was far more powerful: you were never the doer you thought you were. And the Force that actually runs this show? It doesn’t make mistakes. It doesn’t have a ledger of your sins. It’s too busy keeping your heart beating to hold a grudge.

So maybe go ahead and fire that 3 AM committee.

The Supreme CEO has it handled.

Published on Nalla Madras – All things movies, music, and philosophy, from a South Indian, Madras-born native’s perspective.

Life is a Time-Lapse: Why You Are the Camera, Not the Movie

The Stationary Camera: Why Time Doesn’t Exist (And Einstein Agrees with the Rishis)

You know that feeling when you look at a time-lapse video of the night sky?

The stars are streaking across the heavens, the Milky Way is spinning like a giant cosmic pinwheel, and the earth seems to be on a wild carousel ride. But the camera? The camera sits there—rock solid, unmoving, silently watching the show.

We usually think we are the ones moving through time, getting older, rushing to meetings, and chasing deadlines. But what if we’ve got it backwards?

What if Time doesn’t exist? What if we are the stationary camera, and it’s the environment that is whizzing past us?

This isn’t just a late-night “hostel terrace” theory. It’s a place where modern physics and ancient Vedanta decide to have a cup of filter coffee together.

The Photographer’s Philosophy

Let’s look at this “Stationary Camera” theory.

In a time-lapse, two things are happening:

  1. The Changing: The stars, the clouds, the rotation of the earth.
  2. The Changeless: The camera lens that captures it all.

If the camera started moving around, the video would be a blurry mess. The only reason we see the movement of the stars is because the observer is still.

Now, apply this to your life. Your body changes (grey hairs appear, knees creak). Your mind changes (happy today, annoyed at the traffic tomorrow). The world changes (new governments, new iPhones).

But YOU—the sense of “I am”—does that ever change? The “I” that felt the sun on your face at age five is the exact same “I” reading this blog right now.

You are the camera. The world is the Milky Way.

“But Saar, What About Science?”

I can hear the skeptics (and the physics majors) clearing their throats. “Nanda, time is real! Entropy! The Second Law of Thermodynamics! You can’t un-break an egg!”

Fair point. But here is where it gets interesting.

Einstein enters the chat.
In the old Newtonian days, we thought time was a steady river flowing at one speed for everyone. Then Einstein came along with Relativity and proved that time is actually bendy. It slows down if you move fast; it warps near black holes.

When his best friend died, Einstein wrote a letter to the family saying:

“The distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

Science is basically admitting that “Time” isn’t the solid container we think it is. It’s an illusion. Or, as we call it back home, Maya.

The Vedantic Upgrade: Drg-Drishya-Viveka

Our ancient rishis didn’t have DSLRs, but they had this exact same theory. They called it Drg-Drishya-Viveka (The discrimination between the Seer and the Seen).

They would say your Camera theory is perfect, with one major “Pro Mode” upgrade.

In your analogy, you might think:

  • Camera = My Mind
  • Milky Way = The World

Vedanta says: Not quite.

If a bug crawls across the camera lens, the camera sees it. If the lens gets foggy, the camera sees the fog.
Your thoughts, memories, and emotions are like that bug or that fog. They are constantly moving. They come and go.

So, the Mind isn’t the Camera. The Mind is part of the movie!

The real Camera is the Sakshi (Witness Consciousness). It watches the world move, and it watches the mind think about the world moving. It is the Sat-Chit-Ananda—the existence that never moves, never sleeps, and never changes.

The Final Verdict

So, are there holes in this theory? Only if you try to make the “Camera” into your ego. Your ego is definitely moving (and usually running late).

But the real You? You are stationary in eternity.

  • Science studies the movie (the changing particles, the biology, the entropy).
  • Spirituality studies the Camera (the Observer).

You don’t have to choose between them. You can enjoy the science of the stars while resting in the stillness of the Self.

Try this today:
Next time you are stuck in a chaotic situation—maybe traffic on Mount Road or a heated meeting—just pause. Be the camera. Let the cars and the shouting be the Milky Way spinning around you.

You might find that while the world is noisy, the Witness is silent.

Pop-Up Cards and Liberation: A Morning Metaphor for Reality

You know those pop-up greeting cards — the ones that look flat and innocent until you open them, and suddenly bam!— an entire Taj Mahal made of paper springs out, usually accompanied by glitter and guilt for not buying a simpler one?

That’s sort of what happens every morning when we open our eyes.

After a good night’s sleep (the rare kind where no one from your childhood WhatsApp group appears in your dreams asking for donations), the moment you wake up, a full 3D world unfolds — people, places, problems, pending bills — all popping up like that elaborate paper diorama.

It’s quite the show.

The Great Morning Unfolding

When you open your eyes, you also pop up — the “me” character, complete with opinions, breakfast preferences, and mild existential anxiety. The whole identity kit just unfolds smoothly like it’s been waiting all night under your pillow.

Some people say, “But Nanda, the world doesn’t vanish when you sleep! It’s still there!”

Maybe. But here’s the trick — the very someone making that argument is also part of your conscious field. That clever, philosophical person pointing out your ‘flaw in logic’? Yep, also a pop-up.

It’s like arguing with a character inside the card about whether the card exists.

Flat When Closed

When the pop-up card is closed, nothing is destroyed. The scene is just folded — the palace, the trees, the smiling couple in matching paper sarees and kurtas — all compacted into flatness.

Similarly, when you’re asleep or in deep meditation, the world — with all its drama and color — folds back into stillness. Not gone, but dormant. Like your boss on a Sunday.

And when you “wake up,” the grand production begins again: light, sound, identity, memory — everything leaps up, shouting “Surprise!” like an overeager birthday card.

The Trick of Believability

The funny thing about pop-up cards is how convincing they can be, especially to children (and occasionally to adults before coffee). You forget it’s just paper cleverly cut and glued.

Likewise, consciousness projects such a convincing show that we forget it’s a projection at all. The mind doesn’t just open the card — it hires a full cast, builds sets, adds background music, and gives you the lead role.

The irony? You’re both the audience and the actor.

Liberation as Folding Back

So what is liberation then? It’s not burning the card or running away from it. It’s simply realizing that whether the card is open or closed — nothing truly new appears or disappears.

The essence was never in the paper palace or the pop-up people; it was always in the space that allowed it to unfold.

That awareness — silent, spacious, unbothered — is the real greeting.

Everything else is just… decoration with a bit of glitter.

Closing Thought

Next time you wake up, watch the show unfold. Don’t rush to start the day. Just notice how the world pops up — your name, your room, your phone, your to-do list — all springing to life from nowhere.

And maybe, before diving in, smile and whisper to yourself:

“Ah, there it is — the morning card. Let’s see what scene consciousness is sending me today.”

(Just don’t try to fold your spouse back into the card when they ask you to make coffee. Enlightenment has limits.)

The Ostrich, the Sand, and the Secret of the Universe

They say the ostrich buries its head in the sand to avoid danger.

That’s not true, of course — it’s a myth.

The ostrich does no such thing.

But if it did… ah, then we’d have a bird with a very promising career in philosophy.

Because the idea behind the myth — that shutting out the world makes it vanish — is actually a rather elegant pointer to one of the oldest truths in spiritual thought:

Everything you experience exists only in consciousness.

Sand as a Spiritual Tool

Let’s say you really were an ostrich (just for argument’s sake — no offence to your current species). You poke your head into the sand, and suddenly your vision is filled with warm, brown nothingness. No predators. No sky. No grass. No desert. The universe, for all practical purposes, is gone.

You didn’t destroy it — you just stopped perceiving it.

And here’s the big leap: the same is true for your waking life.

The so-called “objective world” is actually stitched together inside your mind. Without the light of consciousness shining on it, the whole grand spectacle collapses into… well, nothing.

The Sleep Experiment You’ve Been Running Every Night

This isn’t just poetic speculation. You prove it to yourself every single night.

When you slip into deep, dreamless sleep — that mysterious stage where there are no mental movies playing — the entire cosmos disappears. Not just your problems, not just your to-do list, but the Himalayas, the Pacific Ocean, the Milky Way — poof.

No you, no neighbour’s dog barking at 2 a.m., no neighbour either.

And yet, you wake up in the morning convinced the world “was there all along.”

But here’s the uncomfortable question: was it? Or is it that the world only exists when you are conscious of it?

Ancient Wisdom and Ostrich Wisdom

Philosophers from Advaita Vedanta to modern-day consciousness researchers have been politely trying to tell us the same thing: the “world” is an appearance in awareness, not an independent reality.

The ostrich myth, despite being zoologically false, has a certain charm here. If putting your head in the sand can make the predators vanish (from your point of view), isn’t that just the avian equivalent of closing your eyes in meditation? The outer scene fades, and you are left with the awareness that contains it all.

Why This Matters (Beyond Bird Comparisons)

If the universe only exists in consciousness, then our frantic attempts to “fix” the outside world before we’re happy might be a bit backwards.

Instead, we could turn inward and examine the one constant — the awareness in which all this appears.

That doesn’t mean you stop paying your bills or feeding the cat (even enlightened beings have to clean the litter box). But it does mean you stop clinging to the idea that the world is a fixed, external “thing” and start seeing it as a living, breathing projection in the cinema of your mind.

So the next time someone mocks the ostrich for “burying its head in the sand,” you might smile and think:

Maybe that ostrich isn’t avoiding reality.

Maybe it’s just contemplating the profound truth that without perception, the world as we know it… simply isn’t there.

And perhaps, like that mythical ostrich, we could all use a moment to put our heads down — not in sand, but in stillness — and watch the universe quietly dissolve back into the infinite awareness from which it came.

How Dropping “Me” Can Set You Free (and Why Cows Don’t Care About Your Opinions)

Let’s start with a simple experiment.

Look at a tree. Any tree. Don’t label it. Don’t call it beautiful, ugly, or a neem tree near uncle’s house. Just… see it.

You’ll notice something strange.

For a fleeting second, there’s only tree. Not your memory of a tree, not your opinion of it, not even you looking at it. Just… tree.

Now imagine living like that, always. That, my friend, is what some call liberation.

The Problem with “Me” (And All Its Cousins)

Your mind is like a chatty radio host who won’t take a breath.

“I like this.”

“I hate that.”

“This reminds me of that summer in Goa.”

“This cow looks tired.”

But who’s this “I”?

J. Krishnamurti once said:

“The observer is the observed.”

It’s not a riddle. It means when you say, “I am anxious,” you’ve created a false duality. In truth, there’s just anxiety—no owner required. The moment you label it as yours, you’ve claimed it like a Netflix account.

Liberation Isn’t a Mountaintop, It’s a Mute Button

Non-duality teachers say it beautifully.

Rupert Spira reminds us:

“The belief in a separate self is like imagining a wave is separate from the ocean.”

Mooji says, with a grin:

“Don’t take your thoughts so seriously. They’re not paying rent.”

When we drop our constant labeling—our me, mine, my—we return to what just is.

A cow grazing becomes just… cow. Not a “lazy cow” or “my cow.” Just cow. And in that seeing, you’re free.

A Little Practice (But Not a Method, Please)

Krishnamurti hated methods. But here’s a loose suggestion:

  • Just observe.
  • Don’t label.
  • Don’t claim.
  • Don’t objectify.

It’s not about doing something. It’s about stopping the habit of always being someone.

In Conclusion: Leave Your “I.D.” at the Door

You don’t have to meditate in the Himalayas or chant your way to freedom.

Just stop owning everything.

Stop saying “my thoughts,” “my anger,” “my truth.” Just notice—without naming.

Krishnamurti again, for the win:

“To understand what is, there must be no condemnation of what is.”

Including yourself.

And if you see a cow today—resist the urge to say moo.

Grammar Police and the Case of the Missing “S”

Ah, English grammar. That sacred rulebook that some of us—especially the old-timers—still clutch onto as if it were the last bastion of civilization. The spelling, the usage, the syntax… it all matters, doesn’t it?

Or does it?

This train of thought began chugging down the tracks when I received a forward of a popular yesteryear song. I remarked that it was a favorite of mine. But lo and behold, the vigilant friend (let’s call her The Guardian of Grammar) swiftly corrected me:

“It should be ‘one of my favorites,’ not ‘one of my favorite.’”

To me, it felt like the difference between potayto and potahto—a muchness of a muchness, if you will. But it got me wondering…

And to this dear friend of mine, in case you come across this blog and you read it, it’s all said in good humor!

Is Success in Life Based on the Grammar of Your Prose?

Will a misplaced comma derail your career?

Will an extra “S” stop you from achieving greatness?

Would Shakespeare have been laughed out of town for writing “to be or not to be, that is the question?” instead of “To be or not to be; that is the question.”

And yet, there’s a certain breed of people who cannot resist correcting grammar. We all know them. They lurk in emails, they prowl on WhatsApp, and they pounce on Facebook posts with the precision of a cat spotting a laser dot.

You say, “I could care less.”

They say, “You mean you couldn’t care less.”

You type, “Your welcome.”

They reply, “It’s you’re welcome.”

You casually say, “Me and my friend went to the market.”

They swoop in with, “My friend and I.”

A Tribute to Everyday Grammar Battles

To be fair, sometimes these corrections are lifesaving. Consider the classic case of “Let’s eat, Grandma!” versus “Let’s eat Grandma!” One is an invitation to dinner, the other is a crime scene.

And then there’s the dreaded apostrophe abuse. It turns up uninvited in places where it has no business being:

• “Fresh Mango’s for Sale” (Mango’s what, exactly?)

• “Happy Anniversary to the Smith’s” (The Smith’s what?)

• “Your going to love this!” (No, you’re not.)

But at the same time, does a minor slip in grammar mean we are less of a person? Should we be judged by our ability to tell effect from affect in casual conversation?

The Great Grammar Divide

There are two kinds of people in this world:

1. Those who can read “I ain’t got no time for that” and move on.

2. Those who feel a physical twitch and MUST correct it.

The second group, my friends, are the ones who send passive-aggressive texts like, “I think you meant ‘their,’ not ‘there.’” And while I admire their dedication, I often wonder—do they have an internal red alarm that goes off every time they see “loose” instead of “lose”?

A Final Thought (or Thought’s?

At the end of the day, success in life isn’t necessarily measured by flawless grammar. If that were the case, Shakespeare, Mark Twain, and even Steve Jobs—who famously once said, “Think Different” instead of “Think Differently”—would have all been failures.

So, to my dear Grammar Guardian, I thank you for keeping our language from descending into chaos. But if I say, “one of my favorite” instead of “one of my favorites,” let’s just call it poetic license and move on, shall we?

After all, language is meant to connect us, not divide us.

(Unless, of course, you insist on using “irregardless.” Then, my friend, we may have a problem.)

What do you think? Should we let minor grammar slips slide, or should we continue fighting the good fight? Let me know in the comments (or should I say, “comment’s”?

The Absurdities of Life: A Comedic Exploration

Life is the most elaborate practical joke ever pulled, and the punchline? Well, we’re it. Every twist, every turn, every ridiculous desire, and every existential crisis is one big cosmic “gotcha!” And what do we do? We soldier on, pretending it all makes sense. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.Let’s break down this tragicomedy, one absurdity at a time.

Your Body: The Ultimate Lemon

The human body is a marvel of engineering—if that engineering was done by a drunk intern on their first day. Sure, it works most of the time, but it’s also ridiculously fragile.

  • Stub your toe? Your entire day is ruined.
  • Catch a cold? Your body turns into a snot factory overnight.
  • Eat the wrong thing? Enjoy spending the next 48 hours praying to the porcelain gods.

And then there’s the grand finale—death. It’s inevitable, no matter how much green juice you drink, how many yoga classes you take, or how many supplements you shove down your throat. The irony? Most of us spend our entire lives trying to avoid the one thing that’s guaranteed to happen.

Chasing Carrots: The Never-Ending Cycle of Want

If life were a movie, desires would be the recurring villain—always popping up, always causing chaos. No sooner do you satisfy one craving than another comes stomping in like a toddler demanding attention.

Let’s break it down:

  • Want a promotion? Great! But now you want to quit because your boss is unbearable.
  • Want a new car? Sure, but now you need a better house to park it in.
  • Want to find love? Perfect! But now you’re wondering why they leave the cap off the toothpaste every. single. time.

It’s like we’re all hamsters on a wheel, running toward a carrot that keeps moving further away. And when we finally get the carrot? Surprise! There’s another carrot right behind it.

Hormones: Nature’s Comedy Writers

Let’s talk about nature’s cruelest joke: reproduction. Nature took one look at us and said, “Here’s an idea—make them desperate to find a mate.” And then it threw in hormones to make the process even messier.

The absurdity of mating rituals:

  • You dress up, swipe right, and pray the person doesn’t ghost you after you awkwardly overshare about your cat’s dental problems.
  • You go on dates where you pretend to like jazz or sushi or hiking, all to impress someone who might not even like you back.
  • And if it all works out, congratulations! You now have to spend the rest of your life arguing about how to load the dishwasher.

And why do we do this? Because our bodies demand it. They don’t care about love or compatibility—they just want us to pass on our genes. It’s biology, baby. And it’s ridiculous.

Loneliness: The Frenemy That Keeps Us Company

Humans are social creatures, which is just a fancy way of saying we’re terrified of being alone. That fear drives us into relationships—sometimes good, sometimes… well, not so good.

Signs you’re in it for the wrong reasons:

  • You stay because “at least they text me back.”
  • You ignore red flags like they’re decorative banners at a party.
  • You convince yourself that everyone argues about who left the milk out for three days.

But hey, it’s better than being lonely, right? Wrong. Toxic relationships are like drinking expired milk—you know it’s bad for you, but you keep going because you’re too afraid to throw it out. And yet, we stay. Because at the end of the day, loneliness whispers, “At least expired milk is something.”

Validation: The Drug We’re All Addicted To

We all want to be special. We want to be seen, admired, and applauded. But life has other plans.

Here’s how this usually goes:

  • You work hard on a project, pour your heart into it, and present it with pride.
  • The response? “Hmm, it’s okay, I guess.”
  • Or worse, someone says, “You should’ve done it this way instead.”

It’s like baking a beautiful cake and having someone say, “Oh, it’s a little dry.” Thanks, Brenda. I wasn’t trying to win The Great British Bake Off.And yet, we keep chasing validation, like moths to a flame. Because deep down, we all secretly hope someone will look at us and say, “Wow, you’re amazing.” Instead, they usually say, “Could you not?”

From Goo to Grief: The Bookends of Existence

Let’s talk about the two bookends of life: birth and death. Neither one is particularly pleasant.

Birth:

  • You start your life being squeezed out of a human body like a tube of toothpaste.
  • You’re covered in goo, crying uncontrollably, and surrounded by strangers holding scissors.
  • Your first experience in the world is people poking and prodding you while you scream, “What is happening?!”

Death:

  • If you’re lucky, it’s peaceful. If not, well… it’s probably embarrassing. (“He choked on a grape? Seriously?”)
  • And then there’s the aftermath: people crying, awkward eulogies, and someone inevitably saying, “They’re in a better place now,” even though no one really knows.

And sandwiched between these two events is a lifetime of stubbed toes, bad haircuts, and awkward small talk at office parties. Life: the gift that keeps on giving.

Keeping Up With the Cohorts

Humans are competitive by nature. It’s why we invented things like the Olympics, reality TV, and LinkedIn.

The exhausting cycle of one-upmanship:

  • Your coworker buys a new car, so now you feel like your car is trash.
  • Your friend goes to Bali, so now you’re Googling “cheap flights to anywhere exotic.”
  • Your neighbor renovates their kitchen, so now you’re suddenly obsessed with granite countertops.

It’s a never-ending game of “Who’s Winning at Life?” The catch? No one is. Because even if you’re on top today, someone else will outdo you tomorrow. It’s like playing Monopoly but with real money and actual tears.

There Is No Point, and That’s the Point

Life is absurd. It’s messy, chaotic, and often feels like a joke we don’t quite understand. But maybe that’s the point.

Here’s the truth:

  • Life doesn’t make sense, and it probably never will.
  • We’re all just winging it, pretending we have it together, while secretly Googling “how to be a functioning adult.”
  • And that’s okay.

So, laugh at the absurdity. Embrace the chaos. And when life feels like it’s too much, just remember: we’re all in this ridiculous farce together. And honestly? It’s a pretty funny show.