What if life is just a timepass — a play of illusions called maya? We chase dreams, collect things, fight battles, but all of it fades when death finally arrives. This essay explores why life feels urgent yet impermanent, and how we can live mindfully through it all.
There is one truth no one can deny — death is certain. Whoever is born must one day die. Whether it is an emperor who ruled nations or a beggar who slept under the sky, both have the same destination. No one escapes.
And yet, knowing this truth, we still live as if we are here forever. We run after things. We fight over land, money, power, pride. We spend our lives trying to control or protect what we think is “ours.” But in the end, we take nothing with us — not even our name.
Some say we live to survive. Others say we are here to succeed. But I say — maybe, we are just here for some time. Just passing through. Till the moment comes when we leave — quietly, without warning. This life is timepass.
But in this timepass, something strange happens. We forget the truth. We start believing we will stay here forever. We worry endlessly. We cry, we get angry, we fear, we compare. But if we stop and look closely — even the emperor cries, and even the beggar laughs. Joy, sorrow, anger, fear — all emotions live in every heart. The reasons may differ, but the feelings are the same.
This is the maya of life — this illusion that some are greater, some are smaller, some are meant to suffer, others to shine. But beneath the clothes, titles, or homes, we are all just souls — walking the same path, toward the same end.
And yet, we fight. We sometimes even destroy ourselves or others for things we cannot keep. Isn’t it laughable?
So what do we do?
We remember.
We remember that this life is temporary, and so everything in it should be held lightly. We still live, we still love, we still work — but not with attachment, not with ego. We play our role in this world — but with kindness, with calmness, and with awareness.
If this life is a journey from breath to breath, then let it be a graceful timepass. Let us live not in greed, but in gratitude. Not in fear, but in friendship. Not in hurry, but in harmony.
Because when the end comes — and it will — the only thing that will matter is not how much we had, but how deeply we lived and how gently we touched the lives of others.
Unmukt 