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Monday, March 15, 2010

Train of thought

Sometimes when life is a rush and everything around you is happening fast, moving forward, going away and coming near at the same time it all becomes too much to digest. You think this is what life is all about and you just have to go with the flow.

On one hand you may think that thinking too much will only heat up your brain cells to cause unnecessary inflammation of your peace of mind.

While on the other and more tempting front you may want to pause it all for a few seconds and just sit and watch. And as you watch you’ll see the story emerge, emerge so beautifully – the past, the present, the good , the bad, the wanted and unwanted the obvious and the unseen. And slowly you’ll be led to you to your present, to now.

The only difference in situation being, here, you have a chance:

A chance to rewrite your story or rather re-guide it. Changing course or not, but at least when you stop, think and make a decision there is a feeling of control, a feeling of being able to hold your destiny in your hands. When later in life the moment re- emerges and you will evaluate the rightness or wrongness of your decision, you’ll know it’s you who asked for it, it’s you who risked whatever to achieve your wish. If you have been successful, the credit will go to you and you are the one who should be blamed for failure too. At least you will not vent out your situation on a higher power or the situation or another third party, helping you to correct your mistake if any, for the sole reason that – you are in your hands. While the other course will only lead to further frustration and repetition of mistakes again and again and again.

Our heart is like a candle. When faced with the cold winds and brutality and distrust, it turns stone cold and stands up strong. No one can make it flinch or move without its own permission. But when the heat of emotions come before it, it is inflamed to become soft and weak, so easy to mould, so easy to influence, so easy to confuse and deceive. It burns during this time, losing a lot of its core values and sensibilities, but the warmth it gets makes it forget everything else. It is only later, when the heat is withdrawn and the passion turns cold in a while that the true shape of the situation is seen. And once again the heart is but, helpless.

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