I was told as a little child that the surest way not to acheive something is to talk about it. The more we talk of our hopes and dreams the more they get defiled till the point that whatever inspiring quality they had fallen from its lofty air and become quotidian, now they were jsut another task. Yet there has to be something said about sharing experiences with people whether visible or not.
I got this beautiful quote from someone “Michelle” who reads my blog. She said something really touching to me. She said
“We are out here listening to you. It’s nice to know we have fellow companions on this journey of life who inspire us whether they know it or not…”
Having someone willing to listen to you is a such a sublime gift. How many of us walk through life looking for someone to bestow a ray of solace on us, and in doing so apply some magical salve to our wounds, whether they are external or internal.
I remember in school, it was one of those assemblies they gather everyone in the school or that particular grade together to subject you to some incredibly older person’s pontificating. As Camus says
Some people talk in their sleep. Lecturers talk while other people sleep.
This particular lecturer, and it was for our highschool graduation, said that we are all in need of healing, all in need of forgiveness. Finally after 4 years of senseless babble a cohorent impactful message. In my own journey In life I have seen people, outwardly they may have been mean or angry or frustrated frowning, but they are all waiting for some solace, for a sense of being made whole again.
it just reminds me of that analogy where they descrbie hell as being 2 infinitely long wall with the damned chained on each side. There is a food in the middle of this hall, but the sintruments given to these wretched souls so that they may eat are too large for them to ever bring the food to their mouths. Supposedly according to this analogy heaven is is the same except that the prisoners on one side used their utensils to feed the prisoner on the other side.
There is a cheap kind of after school special moral in there , but to me I really see that we have such a dear and maybe dire responsibility to each other, that transcends, race, gender, age, creed etc. we are really each others keepers. We truly should offer each other only the best of what we have to offer which is ….understanding, or maybe acceptance or maybe love, since understanding and acceptances are applications of love in specific affairs.
No man/woman is an island especially with such a large world population, and the fact that whether we see it or not we are endebted to each other make me sometime view existence as a motley and crazily colored image of which we are each like a single dot. Like a speck of color on an impressionist painting we are when we choose to isolate ourselves, we separate ourselves from a vast living image. Thats why i feel now that the true test of any mystical practice is to life in this world, is to see and create unity, to help us experience the picture in its entirety while play our own part.
Sometimes i wonder whether the idea of safety is intself an illusion for it implies somethings outside of us that we need to shelter ourselves from. We have only the unknown to be scared of.
Yes I can imagine as some of you are saying, there is the threat of war or starvation or some giant meteor getting ready to annihilate life. My response to this is that how close do we come everyday to suffering?, to hunger, starvation to death? Will we ever know ? We cannot really crate life nor do we really understand how it just magically can appear, I cannot imagine us being able to control it so that we can every be at a point where we can stop some catalysm.