When one ponders deep, about life in general, life moves on an individual basis. In city life, a nuclear family has still again fragmented itself into a single nucleus and that is the self.
Look around and we find everyone fighting one’s own battle for existence; of course exceptions are there, and I am not touching them.
We have stopped looking out and have closed our eyes to our surroundings; secluded self from one’s own kith and kin and the neighbor. The old fable ‘Love thy neighbor as thy own self’ apparently is loosing its value. We are looking for happiness at an individual level and rather end up searching for it in emptiness. In the material world that we live in, we have forcefully pushed the values to a back seat. The consequence is we are hollow from within. We look around to find false faces, hidden daggers, hollow words and empty smiles; smiles that hardly reach the eyes or touches the heart. We more often see a smile that fades away with the color of a lipstick.
Irony is everybody is searching for intimacy, with a hollow heart and an empty smile. We will continue to remain hollow unless we learn to reach out to others; for our own emotional fulfillment. Only the act of loving and sharing can replace the emptiness that one feels within.
It is so very painful when we evoke the silent thoughts that haunt us. Realization is a never-ending process if one begins to introspect. But we fear introspection or retrospection because we are aware of the degeneration that is taking place in and around us. End result is we try to deviate to romantic escapism that is into the world of Utopia. We try then to live in a make believe colorful world of our own creation. We desperately try to maintain our inner peace, as we fear loosing our senses.
We end up searching for happiness in this fantasy world of ours. And the happiness itself is so very fleeting that it escapes through our fingers like the desert sand. To pin down happiness is a wild goose chase. By the time we achieve the bliss, it’s already a history. It is so damn fleeting that it leaves one bewildered.
Upon introspection, one tries to search happiness in the past. We presume happiness is gone with the earlier generation. The question is, was it with them too? Happiness by itself is so hazy, that it may appear more a myth than a reality.
Yet we never miss an opportunity to say how well, the good old days were!
Is it that happiness always remains in the past? Or is it that we cling to sorrow so very close to our heart, treasuring them in the present that we overlook the coming moments of bliss and end up saying how well, the good old days were!
We are in vain trying to compromise with the assumed self because coming to terms with reality pinches.
The bottom line however is, we are unable to keep pace with the fleeting moments, neither in our life nor in our thoughts. We tend to miss to live our moments of bliss in the present, at least most of the time.
Today I have learned to celebrate living. I have learned to look out , feel and share. Reaching out a helping hand, wiping a tear, lending a listening ear, checking my ego, feeling the sense of belonging has helped me live the happiness ,within and in the present. I say now how good the day is! And I feel that is a great achievement in itself. Every new day brings a new Sun shine, a new smile to my lips that I share unadulterated. Every morning I sit down and meditate and feel the sense of belonging to me and with the cosmos. I share now a smile with the same simplicity of a child that smiles at a Candy store! I reach out ....!
Causes Sumathi Mohan Supports
Child education, eradication of child labour and child marriages, promotion of education in slum areas. free thinking. MV Foundation, Hyderabad. CRY.