Some day you have to choose to come out of the tunnel. And see light. I do the same and have never fallen short of congratulating myself for doing so. I smile and have a restful inhale of the fresh air. I open my arms and embrace this world, my world. It welcomes me back with a brotherly hug. I smile again and close my eyes to look inward. I take a sip of peace from the sea of tranquility and open eyes. The world has changed. It’s far better now. I have changed my eyes to look at it differently.
It was dark and intimidating. It was
as much frightening and menacing as it was painful. The tunnel was as much dug
by the external circumstances as the negative tools of my own mind. I had
entered a cave. A little recess in the mountainside of life. An anguished
escape from the routine troubles in life. Then I became my own enemy and started
digging earth in the direction I shouldn’t have. I was digging a tunnel. An
aimless futile struggle. My depressed, bruised mind removing earth faster and
faster. It was taking me deeper into the womb of darkness. It was like digging
my own grave. A bruised brain and injured mind are the potent tools of a
self-grave digger.
With sweating body, soiled clothes
and aching limbs, now I come on the other side of the mountain of life. Out of
the self-dug cave that almost became a grave. Life has changed its meaning. The
poles have reversed. I take credit for the small act of having kept on the
digging job.
It’s a new beginning. I know myself
better. It’s a new sun. The air is so fresh. The earlier life seems a little
book of lessons. This entire self-grave digging job can make or break. There is
a very thin line. One can have a threadbare escape if the realization strikes
in the nick of time. I feel blessed and lucky that it did in my case.
As I close my eyes, a feeble smile
on my lips, and inhale the essence of a new, redefined life, the journey seems
worth it. Life is almost on a pause now, so slow in motion that I see the
marvels of nature around. They are for me as much as they are for anybody. The
spring sun kissing the winter-beaten leaves. Songs of birds. Gentle breeze and
the swirls of a footloose bird in the sea of cool air. Bits of peace lying
around. Watch closely, there are countless pieces of beauty floating around in
the eternal sea of time. All we need is to stop to observe and own the great
artwork of existence waiting to be possessed.
I inhale the fathomless fragrance of
peace, harmony and integrity from the farthest part of the cosmos. Cosmic
harmony. Endless orderliness in orbits. Ever-going periodicity. Supportive synchronization.
Fury of explosions and astronomical speeds tamed to harmless, slow acts of
space-time continuum. Me and my environment feel like an iota of this cosmic
harmony.
I allow myself a gentle smile.
Ripples of peace cascade through my soul. I close my eyes again and look
inwards, deeper than the superficial world of my body and the worldly
circumstances. I can travel far deeper than I ever thought. There are
undisturbed paths leading to my true self. It’s a replica of the cosmic
orderliness. I am on the path to meet my true self, the self that is destined
to be happy and at peace with itself.
It awaits there, the self, with
unlimited dose of happiness, comfort, compassion and peace. We only deny
ourselves the dose of this cosmic healing pill by looking out on this world, the
superficial world of frustration, jealousy, hate, futile rat race, mundane
cravings, illusions, assumptions, fears, apprehensions and cravings. It doesn’t
allow us to smile, to close eyes and start the journey inward. No wonder we
have hardly travelled in the real sense even if we are lucky to spend hundred
years of chronological time in a lifetime.
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