People like to say, "stop judging me!" What does it signify? This statement appears in the process of judgment about judgment. Judgment as a process is usually attached to decision making activity. Decision is taken only when ambiguity emerges or confusion clouds the mind. When conflict is apparently visible in form of choices; decision must be a progeny of choices. The whole question of "being" is answered in the language of choices, for decision making activity has a central role to define and unite the characteristics of being. It won't be outrageous to say that everyone is a judge who decides a way to adopt and about a means to neglect or denounce. Every judge is a moral or aesthetic being. Judging is an art of reaching over conclusion from preliminary sensation and experience. One has to decide about taste, distaste, morality, immorality, beauty, ugliness, good, evil, just, unjust, and so on. The act of deciding is an act of choosing between choices. The moment one chooses all, the act can't be accepted as the truthful excerise of choosing. It's like one has refrained from the process of choosing. One may avoid choosing but in that very process one is preferring to choose non-choosing. One may decide to embrace a non-judgmental journey of life, if possible; just like a judge without judging. The moment one doesn't will to decide, in that very act one is willing. One may define freedom as options to decide, judge amongst various choices. This aspect of conceptual journey is not a new phenomenon. People love to talk about freedom to contract, freedom to sell and buy, freedom to talk, etc. I prefer to call it "freedom to judge". One is always already a prisoner of judgement. One loves to judge others, but in fact, in that very process, he or she judges himself or herself more than anyone else. There is no art of judging except imposing our own imagination and subtle experiences to the outer reality. In that sense, one is always already on trial in the process of judging others. Beyond judgment, in silence, like "choiceless awareness", one overcomes the anxiety of will to life, and a fear of nothingness. Freedom is beyond the possibility of judgment. In fragmentary choices, one is always producing and re-producing its own limits and finite existence.
पढ़ता हूँ हर एक दिन एक ही पन्ना, हर दिन हज़ार ये मालूम पड़ते हैं। जबसे होश संभाला है एक ही पन्ना सवांरते आया हूँ, लोग इसे ज़िन्दगी कहते हैं। इसपे लिखे हर एक लब्ज़ जो मेरे मालूम पड़ते हैं, ना जाने कितने जुबां पे चढ़े होंगे। आज हम भी कुछ पल के लिए ही सही इसके सारथी हैं, जाने से पहले कुछ रंग मेरा भी इसपे चढ़ जाए, बस इसीलिए एक ही पन्ना बार बार पलटता रहता हूँ। हर कोई अनजाने किताब की तलाश में बाहर निकलता है, जिसका हर एक पन्ना वो ख़ुद है। जब ख़ुद के रंग को समझ ही ना पाया, तो भला इंद्रधनुषी किताब के क्या मायने हैं? अस्तित्व में ना जाने कितने पन्ने बिखरे पड़े हैं, बस एक से ही अवगत हो जाऊँ, उसके हर एक शब्द को चुनता जाऊँ, कुछ पल के लिये सही, पिरोता जाऊँ एक माला ज़िन्दगी का।
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