A man is alive only when he comes in contact with the things and beings in the world outside in their different set-ups called circumstances. Even if he were alone in a solitary island, to continue living, he must be able to face his lot efficiently and intelligently without giving himself to hasty panic and despair. Nobody in the world can even for a moment live without coming in contact with objects of his world outside or at least with his own thoughts and ideas within.
Thus, not by choice but by the compelling law of life, everyone must meet his world of happenings at every moment of his living. If there is efficiency in meeting one's own world-with ready dexterity, with quick decisions, firm well, balanced equanimity and right understanding-no situation in life can break a man and enslave him. But, unfortunately the individual succumbs to the ghastly look of the situations and thus surrenders himself to the bewitching threats of life. The fool who comes to be pelted with the insentient and inert problems of life becomes a shattered desperado stinking in his own utter failures in life.
This seems to be the tragedy of the world today. Young men, with their heads stuffed with facts and figures, go about in the world weighed down with their voiceless sorrows, dumb desperations and tearless sighs! They try to run away from this inner sense of dejection by loudly clamoring the glories of their age and the civilization of their times. The manly mouthed organs of propaganda noisily howl and hoot the glories of the machine-age, the efficiency of the money-trade, the joys in the higher standards of living, the nobility of modern governments and the very brutalities of war with which they uphold the blessings of peace!