THE MIND RESEMBLES THE INTRICATE STRUCTURE OF THIS FLOWER!
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| this is one flower. from our backyard.It is called more pankhi(the,peacock feather) |
Off and on, inwardly, doubts, uncertainties and allied dilemmas of everyday living overwhelm the mind. Retrospection and introspection give no relief. The internal upheaval whisks away repose and happiness.The passage of time does not heal the pain of muted hurts. Regrets also now and then ruffle the mind. Negativity homes in with a defeatist attitude and snubs drive and enthusiasm. Most of the times, the thinking mind’s inner voice butts in at the opportune time and stops the onslaught of jumbled and incoherent thoughts. It goes for a middle path between subjectivity and rationality.
Thereafter
the realization dawns, about the futility of digging the past or crying over
spilt milk. Slowly the flow of the stream of consciousness wakes up to the reality of the present, for health and well-being.
Ironically,
thinking beings keep wrestling with such emotional phases occasionally. Our inherent sensitivities dare to walk over
the razor’s edge and bleed easily in the process.
Now in my
golden years, mind’s machete stabs me into the awareness of emptiness of life.
This brings unease and boredom. The danger of becoming self-centric looms large.
Further deliberations; boil down to the need of finding some definite and fulfilling
purpose in life. Many questions and many responses strike the
grey matter. Invariably the answer comes - You have played your innings as best
as you could. Why have any regrets? Yes, true, If only I could rein in the
basic premise epitomized in- “I think
therefore I am” ‘Cogito ergo sum.’ Everybody knows how merciless this psychic
state is. The thinking wand of the mind leaves no escape route. The internal critic, your conscience deprives
you of the bliss of ignorance.
Slowly, the
inner soliloquy -the voice of sanity resurrects the buried good sense. It takes
center stage. It reminds you to be proactive and keep at bay the satanic hold of
the absurd, melancholia and cynicism. This
entails determination to ensure mental and physical wellness. Moreover, only
discipline and sense of purpose lead to a path of healthy self- renewal.
For me it lies
in pursuing my writing passion. Paradoxically it gives me the thrill of an
enduring purpose and the bittersweet pain of ensuring flow of inspiration. It
is like, you take it or you leave it. It is rocky but you enjoy it. It defines
you in your own mind. It makes you feel empowered to articulate your worldview
in the blogosphere. When it is derailed, that is the time when misgivings and
annoying pricks intrude. The only alternative is to stop feeding the
bug and be mired in nothingness. What an option! Ha ha ha! Can one do it?
Obviously not. Here one sweats but there are joys and rainbow moments too.
“The purpose
of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly
and without fear for newer and richer experience.”
― Eleanor Roosevelt
― Eleanor Roosevelt
BTW don't you agree that the beauty of the above flower has the power to dispel all doubts?
