Existence · Essay
Observe
Ajanma — The Unborn
You see the sun. You see the moon.
You see the air you breathe, the water that flows, the fire that transforms. You see the earth beneath your feet — the soil with its silent capacity to grow forests. You see the mountains, standing without effort, without hurry.
Just observe everything, without systems, without rules.
Then something becomes clear. It belongs to no one. Or perhaps it belongs to existence itself — and to you.
See how you came into this world. See how you will leave it.
Do you see the sun in stress? The river in a chase? The mountain anxious about its place?
And yet, humans believe that something belongs to them.
They forget that they too are a small part of this vast wholeness.
Then arise ego, envy, jealousy, comparison — fear of losing, fear of not being enough.
From this come conflict and division. Fights. Wars.
For what?
Just to keep ourselves busy with things that do not truly matter.
Ajanma — The Unborn