A reason to un-exist

 A reason to un-exist

A confession:  this applies ONLY for me 🙏

Disclaimer:  any freak/stray chance of a reader's mind find any tiny speck of appeal in my ‘way of reasoning, unto myself only’ is purely coincidental and unintentional 🙏

Of late, my post retirement life has persuaded me to re-prioritize my priorities.

I find my body complying with the design of nature's embedded software ( a tree/plant/etc is energetic in growth till it touches it's own designated level of ‘maturity’. Then onwards, it diverts its energies towards preservation and propagation of species. Third stage, it surrenders itself to the degeneration process, as per gazette notification of nature). 

Humans are beings of Volitional consciousness 🙏, and therefore need to make_a_conscious_choice about this 😥

Ancient Bharat had witnessed evolved guys. They merely took to forest dwelling 🙏( “vanaprastha”). 

I am unable to opt relocation to forest (despite a recent incident of a field awardee from Russia, choosing a hermitage of a forest, with his aged mom—as reported in news media 😜🙏).

But I owe it to my fellow humans that I don't impose myself on them, when the mutual incompatibility is glaringly visible 🙏. 

Under the existent situation, I am obliged to do my best unto them. And it has to be ‘within’ the framework of existing social norms, so as to absolve my fellow beings from any kind of possible-negativity as  a lingering residue towards me 🙏 ( a joke: a miser tortured his clients with exorbitant rates of interest all his life, due to sheer sadism. When he sensed death, he gathered his victims “see, i am about to die🙏. I wish to atone my misdeeds of torturing all of you all my life 😭. Please use a long bamboo stick inserted through my mouth, coming out of my other end of my dead body, to carry me to the cremation ground “. Villagers thought “good riddance!😓. Last wish. Atonement. Lets oblige him”. They carried him on a stout, long bamboo stick. On the way, the police stopped them and said “you all are under arrest. He sent a letter informing that he is likely to be tortured to death with a bamboo stick thus. We caught you ‘red handed’ in this act”....( Joke over 🙏…  I don't want to end up like that sadist 😜)

Un_exist :  I become as inconspicuous as possible 🙏.  Reduce my interactions to the bare minimum necessary 👍. The grocer is a modern mind. He is ‘tuned’ to focus only on the commercial aspect, stoically towards emotions 🙏 ( 99% of today's minds are engaged only in thoughts which can be easily traced to some kind of commercial value 🙏  I am able to make use of this composure of minds, to minimise my presence, by confining my wants and desires to be below the levels of my needs to keep my body and soul together 😜👍). 

No “excuses” now, for the cunningness residing in my memory 😜.  

A win-win situation for all.

( Even this stupid blogging activity was under a severe scrutiny, to see if it is intrusive 🙏.   But then, its like any grain of sand in the vast desert of data stored in the cloud technology 👍.  A.I. is the supreme court, of late, empowered to sentence my blogs to death 👍.  I just fade out naturally 😂)

I don't even ‘explain’ myself about my un_exist to those who tolerated me thus far. I don't exist in their experience. Their minds are sufficiently busy, only then  to be reminded of me, at all. 👍😂🙏🙏🙏. ( We saw movies describing zombies as ‘undead’. Scary beings 😂.  ‘Un-exist’ is my own idea, not a valid phrase).

Inconspicuously yours,

psn(29 Oct 2026)