Sometimes I feel like playing a game. A game called "looking around", wherein I do precisely what the name suggests. I look around myself. Look at the people, their joys, their woes, their highs, their lows (My Fair lady anyone?), their pains, their sorrow .... A major aspect of the game being that I am not emotionally attached to any one of them. Their pains dont hurt me nor make me want to help them. Their joys dont make me jealous of them....more like watching a TV serial..only with the characters being real human beings and the story being their real lives.
In the game, I have the power to read their minds.. to know exactly what they are thinking. I have the knowledge to decide what is the best step for them to take....But I dont tell them what is good for them. And therein lies the pleasure(sadistic some might think!!)...To let them act in the way they wish to....To laugh and scorn at their wrong decisions, to applaud the correct ones...Doing all of this silently...not to let them know that they are being used for my entertainment! To let them think that there is actually a purpose to their lives..while the only purpose they serve is to provide me with an occasional diversion!
And then I think that I am not powerful enough to play this game....perhaps this game is not meant for me! But what if God(!!) created us because he felt a sudden, impulsive urge to "look around"! I wonder if this really was the purpose we human beings served, and if we knew it...how many of us would then like to take the pains of actually living through the whole of our lives!!