1966th BLOG POST
What
is it that makes us right? Or wrong? Or somewhere in between? Isn’t it all
about perceptions? I go into flashbacks often and see my life in a linear phase
where I did certain activities – some of them I am very proud of whereas some
of them I am completely ashamed of. But when it was happening – when I was in
the process, everything seemed and sounded to me like an ideal execution from
my end. I didn’t find anyone right except myself. I was the God of my own
World. Then I suddenly get shifted to the present. I see myself. I see my
activities. I see my actions. I see my thoughts. And I try becoming the 3rd
person for myself. And then I get scared to find that certain decisions I am
taking seems to be very self-obsessed or one-dimensional. I see the short-term
happiness I am acquiring from them. I see the absence of long-term vision in
them.
All
I find myself doing is calculations. Calculations of what could go right and
what could go wrong. Calculations about the upward or downward trend of my
progress starting from my present to my future. I then find several goals I am
trying to balance and nothing of which is making me happy. I see my health and
compare it with what I was – and then I realize the improvement is almost
negligible. This makes me lose confidence in it. I also see financial
capabilities that I have and what I may achieve after a certain point of time.
I then go into the flashback and see how much savings or investment I have
achieved till now. I see that whatever was done has gone or about to go. Then I
think about what will happen to my financial goals if some uncertainty arises
later which can take me back to zero.
I
check the relationships I have. I see that these are far too less than what I
had. Then I reminisce about how I used to die for my friends – even fight with
my parents for them but where are they? When did they get lost? When did they
go so far that we haven’t contacted in years? How did this happen? And then I
see the people I am currently comfortable with – I might go to any level for
them. But then I think will they be part of my future too. What if I lose
everyone I have today and end up being lonely – the way I once ended up being.
How many times will I have to checkmate myself and make it conscious of the risks
associated with everything I have done, doing and will do.
Life
will remain to be a question. A question where you’ll keep doubting yourself –
a question where you’ll keep judging yourself – a question which will always
scare you – a question which will always question you. How much do you survive
against it is then called the experience of living life. The whole life will
always be about survival against yourself- your emotions – your gestures – your
actions – your decisions and their outcome – which is in whose hand will never
be known. But these questions that keep interfering you in your journey is a
traffic where you have to watch the signals – accept the blockage – and move
whenever you are allowed to move – where it will take you will always be the
mystery – but this mystery is worth living for.
P.S.:
I have written this just as the thoughts kept coming to me. Writing this has
been a meditative experience and I hope I keep sharing these personal musings
quite often than not posting anything at all except reviews.
Thanks.
WRITING
BUDDHA