I have the freedom of thought and
the potential to learn. My present being an opportunity that blossoms
richness in every aspect of me. I can be truthful to this journal of mine where
there is absolutely nothing that can raise an objection.
To unmask the truth of what I am I
need to think how I can do it. To have the most sensitive observation on what
makes me, is the essence of this article. Probably I dream like any other, but
what makes me different, has to be witnessed. In terms of the material, there is lot of vocabulary that is found in the literature. But to peep into the soul of
my being I have to seek beyond the ordinary literature. That which cannot be
defined can still be spoken of. To value such words requires a great sense of
patience supported with learning.
It is not the writer who is
important, but the readers. It is not the thoughts I put in that makes a change
in this world, but the hands of the listener who reads this article. Beautiful
is the world, but it is up to the eyes that witness it. Put in other words,
Are we free enough to witness the truth as
it is??
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009