Once when Mao was 26, he decided to quit the superficial existence of his, and resolved to think deeper into what really mattered. For ten days, he struggled to find the reality in life and the true essence of thing. He succeeded. He found that the true essence of things wasnt in themselves, but in everything that was not themselves. In this juxtaposition of the opposites, Mao found true freedom. It felt as if a bag had lifted of his chest. He had found true peace.
Slowly however, he realised that what was true for him may not be true for others. It was this thought that snatched away his peace again. He thought that if something had true essence, it must be true for everybody, and not just him. Little did he realise that reality was particular and not generic.
So he was back to what he used to do, failed , retarded, but resolved not to look back. And then , he looked back.
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