Belittlement of Progress

You're at a journey of becoming something, so am I and everyone. Since your birth, what have you become? Which growth so powerful to proud of? You're getting old. You haven't realized that. You're getting too bored in the mechanical repetition of vocation, profession, career, or whatever you call it. You have adopted a mentality of belonging someone, as a religious or gender identity, caste or class mentality, I v. You and we v. them. You have shown to the world how much successful you're; you have all the great fortunes, all the wealth and prosperity. But is there someone unhappy inside you? Don't you try to forget your conscience for material outward progress and success? Do you smile like a child or do you have to smile to please someone out of compulsion? Do you dance or like to dance but cannot do so since you're matured old person, habituated and enslaved in your own known world that you don't have time to be so naïve and childish? Do you like to talk with everyone and everything but forget to have a dialogue with someone who is known as you? All these progresses are wonderful and appreciated. Human being is championed as a master of rationality. What significance these developments have for a vast and deep cosmic world? What significance our science and religion has for a tree, star, cat, dog, or fish? It's not even a tiny dot for millions of stars and many galaxies. Still, we're so enmeshed in the politics of becoming, in fact, a progress of getting old, getting bored, getting angry at everything. I do believe and feel that only a child can love; because he or she doesn't have a sense of differentiation between I and you. There is no noise of belittlement in his existence. Only love can emancipate from the enslavement of this bad taste habit. The total love is the no art, no science, no knowledge. It's about unconditional surrendering, accepting the life, its beauty and limitation without demanding more.