There were a thousands of different paths, which left me perplexed, which path should I chose? Actually I was already on a path, the path which was chosen for me by others, the path which I thought was meant for me. A skirmish started in my mind, it was unable to satisfy itself with the offerings of that path, its thirst for knowledge was not getting mollified on that path.
There were lots and lots of disagreements happening in my mind as I traveled further on that path, the more I walked the more I was persuaded to change my course. I saw people made of sand, living in houses made of sand, giving more value to gold. It was a little difficult to comprehend. What is mine, I asked myself, the land on which I live, is that mine? Who gave it to me? of course my ancestors had it for years, but who was the true owner?
I saw people living on roads, without any permanent house, they were thrashed from one place to another. I wondered who gave us the special benefits which they don’t have, the land for me was for everyone who was born on it. I saw people killing each other, maligning each other, for what? Money and property. Who gave them the license to do that? How can they be so egregious?
When I observed, I found out the truth. They had a license, they had god with them. Every day they went to worship him, asking for clemency. And they actually believed that they were exonerated by god. That whole path was disconcerting me, my mind felt as if it was in a jail, caged forever. Its hunger for reason was not getting any food of knowledge, the curiosity was ready to commit suicide.
Before anything bad happened, I decided to get away from that ocean of illusions, to enter in to a world, which was unknown but had the resources to accommodate my inquisitiveness with deference. There was no path there, I was anxious about where to go. I made my mind the despot, and followed every order it gave me.
I was scared, but satisfied. As I moved on, I was able to feel the mysteriousness of life, the beauty of questioning.
The land, the air and the sky were not mine, yet they let me be in them, play with them. But I was most thrilled with the fact that at least the path was mine.
There are a lot of great descriptions. I especially enjoyed “the ocean of illusions”. I could picture a thirsty mirage on the desert of discontentment.
Dajena 🙂
thank you dajena…really glad you liked it…your appreciation gives me confidence..
enjoy the day..
shreyans
I’m happy to read you ☺️
I’m off to meet with my dreams but when I’ll awake I surely hope it will be enjoyable.
You too please have a beautiful day.
Dajena 🙂
ohh..i forgot the time difference…
good night to you then…
take care
Thank you. You too.
I read your words and I like how you think. But I am thinking about what you said: about the difference between people and the way we born with a already done path. A lot of times we can’t choose, or if we do it we do it for nothing. Hope at least we the people that think about life more, we will follow the right path. 😀
as i said, it is really tough to chose..but it is satisfactory…and its not a sudden turn..you can do it gradually…and yes i hope that too…
thank you so much for reading..
shreyans
I could actually picture myself in that position.. You have described it very well.. ☺
That means a lot mrudula….thank you so much for reading..
Shreyans
Its always great to read your post.. 👍
Have a nice day.. ☺
Yes you too, take care..
Shreyans
Pondering over your intense piece of writing………When lot of disagreements, thoughts and questions churn in our mind, a path unfolds ahead of us which guides us in the right direction. It is best to tread in that path, led by the enlightened mind 🙂
Thank you so much for the appreciation. It means a lot…and yes we can find the path if we are ready to travel on it..
Keep sharing..
Shreyans
👍🙂
A nice experience of Self-realization. Keep walking in your path.
Thank you very much sayanti for reading…