Just Think Over It

Why Do We Do What We Do? Why do we repeat the things we know to be wrong? Why do we stand divided inside our own skin? Why do we do what we do? Is there any meaning in our actions, or are we simply prisoners of habits, illusions, and impulses we never chose? Have we ever stopped long enough to think it through? Every night, we set alarms with the resolve to rise early and conquer the morning. But when dawn comes, half-asleep, we fight against the very discipline we created. The night-self sets the alarm; the morning-self resents it. The same person, two opposing wills. We know sugar and fried food damage us, yet our hands still reach for them. We know scrolling endlessly on our phones robs us of focus and time, yet our fingers unlock the screen as if bewitched. We know the book on our desk will enrich our mind more than the Netflix show, yet we choose the show, and while watching, we carry the guilt of wasting life. And in a greater irony: we destroy our heal...

The Winner Is the One Who Refuses to Run “Everything is emptiness. Everything else, accidental. Emptiness brings peace to your loving. Everything else, disease. … Emptiness is what your soul wants.” — Rumi What if the race is only won by those who see its emptiness — and walk away? Why rush toward a finish line whose meaning you never examined? Why pour your life into a contest whose rules you did not write? It’s not just foolish — it is tragic, because the race was never yours to begin with. Think about it: the first cry of a baby sounds like a starter’s whistle for a massive, invisible contest. From that moment, everyone seems to be running — full tilt, blindly, as if the starter had whispered the rules into our ears. It is funny and tragic at the same time. Yes, our very beginning was a race: sperm fighting to be first. That biological sprint shaped a story for us, but it was never our choice. Most races after that — careers, promotions, comparisons, status ga...

A Child is Father of a Man: The Forgotten Question of Who We Are “A child is father of a man.” When I was a child, I read such quotes without understanding the meaning behind them. I am almost certain that most of us do the same—we see, we repeat, we move on, without ever really pausing to understand. Life drifts on autopilot. And before we truly live it, death comes to claim its share. The Fear of Fatherhood Becoming a father was one of the scariest steps of my life. I never felt ready. I doubted my strength, my ability, even my worthiness. In fact, I once wrote on this very blog about reasons not to have a child ( https://www.rahulvut.com/2025/08/time-is-not-passing-we-are.html ). Yet life had other plans. And now, after 2.5 years with my son, I can say this: the experience is profound. His questions, his little observations, his sudden words of wonder—they break the monotony of otherwise ordinary days. One day, I asked him: “Who are you?” Without hesitat...

Time Is Not Passing — We Are Time is timeless. No matter who we are or what we do, we are simply flowing in a unidirectional stream. We rarely stop to think that it is not time which is passing — it is us . Billions have passed away believing they were important enough for this flow to care, but in truth, no one matters. There was a time when you were not born, and there will be a time when you will not be here. The span between these two infinities is what we call life . No one knows where we were before birth, or where we will go once we reach the unshakable reality of death. The Fear of the Unknown Every day, in one way or another, I face this thought. And every time, I feel a certain fear — a fear born from not knowing. I search for answers, for something that might offer a fragment of solace, but nothing truly soothes the heart. The stories we tell ourselves about life and death often feel like myths — crafted not from truth, but from the need to protect ourselves fr...