Looking through the window from the hell above

Since ages, Man has always been inspired by animals and organisms much smaller than him. An ant shows hard work, a spider shows perseverance, so on and so forth. Its like amidst all the worries, weaknesses, girl friends' birthdays and mother-in-laws, we get some time to look down towards these humble and simpler creatures, and we get inspired by the way they carry on with life. I have a completely different theory to this. You see, these animals survive through all those tumultuous experiences only because they do not have an option. A worker ant cannot go on strike saying that the load is too heavy, the spider cant say that it'll not weave the web because its so darn frustrating. They go on with their lives, because they don't have an option. As far as I know (which is, by the way, quite less), Man is the only animal who has tenacity to commit suicide. Only man is stupid enough to give away a life for which any other animal on earth would die for. And basically, most the options and preconditions that make our lives seem so difficult, come from this. We just give ourselves a lot of options. These options sometimes make man, an irrational animal. For instance: I have now been given an arduous task of choosing between two equally lucrative internship options. And I am so confused that yesterday I thought, I wish I'd just fail in one of the interviews. If I'm left with only one option, maybe my life will be easier. Is this rational? (Ok, that was a rhetoric question)

So once in a while, its always so much more liberating to just have an out of body experience. To leave the confines of skin and society and just soar up in the sky. Then just looking at one's life from the skies above. I'm sure the sight will be as inspiring a the sight of an ant on the ground. Which brings me to the topic of this blog. Why call it a window from hell? Because I too suffer from the syndrome which is gripping the whole of humanity. The Sour Grapes Syndrome. I know that I'll have to come down someday. So let me buckle up and call it hell from the very beginning. That softens the fall, a little.