The Juggler

A friend asked me once, “of all the circus acts, which one do you rate the best”.

My answer was simple, my answer was quick.

“The juggler, my friend is the one I admire the most.”

He shot another question in my direction. “If that is your best, can I know on what logic was your answer based?”

I answered with calmness, taking pleasure in the explanation.

“My friend, the juggler is not from my family. I do not take pity when I call him the best”.

“My assessment lies not on the superfluous but on the merit of his act it does rest.”

“Does not his act remind you of life, and it’s true essence, birth and death. What is certain, we call birth. But, death is uncertain.”

“The juggler is Maya, among the balls, there are birth and death.”

“Jugglery is a play, like life is but a play. A play of the mind, my friend.”

I am not a philosopher. I am not a bard. I do not sing, nor do I preach. But, the logic behind my choice is what I made clear.

You may agree with me or we may agree to disagree. Whatever you may think is of no concern, in the same way, as my thoughts do not matter to others.

With these words, let us part. And, never do you show me your face again.