A fall to rise

 

Jump from the pinnacle of your loneliness. It’s a nice height to go for a dive. Sometimes standing there, mulling over your bruises gets you in a sadistic attachment to them. They give you a sweet-sour itch. It’s on the surface—a big, spacious expansion on the outer layer. It doesn’t even teach you much. It’s shallow and shallow teachers aren’t good guides. Even if the little niggling thing—that grasps the outer layer of your attention and fuels your loneliness—turns to a scar because of a fall after the dive. You at least break the stalemate; you leave that point. You might get a bleeding scar instead of a mere bruise. It’s but an avenue for the pent-up darkness to come out. A door opens to the soul. Earlier it was a mere grilled, meshed window to the body. Yes, it will be a bit more painful, the opening of this door. But then light comes in. This is your little penance. This isn’t self-inflicted injury. This is healing. This teacher is deeper; will give you profounder lessons. The scar will be healed; its imprint on your body a kind of trophy earned during the journey.