"Few people even scratch the surface , much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience "
I was once very touched by Anton Checkov's story "The Bet ". Its about a lawyer who becomes wise by living in solitude . i tried this out. There was an empty room in my house , small , no windows and no furniture at all . I just locked myself with no mobile , books ,clock , absolutely nothing .
you know it was an entirely different world inside the room. damn silence , white walls which went black as i switched off the lights . i felt that when you are alone thoughts start pouring in and the same happened . I started thinking wisely . " i realised that we are slaves , we are slaves of our dreams , our thoughts .We dont know where we are heading to just moving on life's course blindly .People talk of "pursuit of happiness " but ask them i am sure they cant define happiness . happiness is a very difficult thing to understand . we are becoming materialistic in our search of glory . we have become slaves of the system .Mere materialistic things cant make one happy , in fact that happiness is an illusion .
I have heard people saying " i am feeling lonely or saying "missed you alot ". In fact we are always lonely in our life . relationships are meagre boundages but the whole idea is that we lead the whole life for our own , we come alone we go alone . our life is much like a link in a long chain with a very important difference that the others link are unaffected by the other link .
We all are aware of the three dimensions but there are many other dimensions which can be perceived in solitude . Introspections are important part of life . May be shear silence can illuminate our dark misdirected life .