Last week I had been to a wilderness famous for its beauty, Jog. It is an entirely different world, with its silence as if trying to hush us up with a secret, distinct in its never-ending, closed forests, which makes us, city denizens, fearful of what may lay beyond. The forests close in on you, yet make you feel free of everything you possess in this world, feel like not caring to lose for whatever you held dear earlier and live there forever. They beckoned me and I wanted to stay there, in a hut with no mobiles, no messages, no TV, not even a radio and no contact with the outside world. How beautiful it is to live calmly. And then it happened... I came back to city, the ever-present jungle of sound and opinions.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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