The entangled mirages of the mind

 

We always have a highly exaggerated sense of problems, tough situations and challenges. Our primal fears and insecurities stretch the minor possibilities of negatives to make them babbling pools of consternation and imaginary worst-case scenarios.

Highly exaggerated assumption of problems acquires the shape of a wall between us and the people over there. Testily we lose trust in people. In the throes of approbation, we glutter and stutter and become so insecure that we feel ourselves to be at everyone’s target around us.

This is plain paranoia. A causeless encumbrance. The journey quavering and the path trackless. Smothered by impulses the journeyman gasps for the air of truth (reality).

Just look into the past experiences of your life, you will find that mostly we acted on the impulse of being defensive or offensive imagining the worst-case scenario. But our ego will take credit that by acting in that manner we nullified the chances of that common threat from acquiring a nasty shape.

The simple fact is—we imagine a disproportionately big problem or situation and then we take credit for that thing not happening.

It’s all in the mind. Balance is the way out, as Buddha says. Balance will tell us to be cautious to what extent. It helps in having a realistic and logical threat assessment. Then our system doesn’t go into an overdrive due to the panic-button’s trigger.

I know it’s very difficult to beat these impulses. But we can practice to remember that most of the time our fears are overblown; that things are pretty normal most of the time after the brief sandstorms. Situational sandstorms are the moments that need a pause and composure with eyes closed. Haggard, impulsive and stifled look doesn’t help. There is no need to eat dust and getting blinded by the sand. The sandstorms surely die. Just remember this.     

Things aren’t tangled generally. They are just slightly out of order. Like the cord or chain of the necklace or amulet worn around one’s neck. Just a tiny incongruity. Meagerly abashed. It’s our chaotic effort that turns a slightly tricky loop into an irresolvable knot by randomly, indignantly pulling from chance directions. Chaos and disorder born of just pulling by chance. If we just hold it and allow it to untangle itself, it falls into place by itself.

Similarly, most of the time, the seemingly tough situations are simply slightly tricky loops. It’s we who pull at them randomly and discordantly, driven by impulses and reactions, and turn them into tight knots which are very difficult to undo.

An apparently tangled cord has very small wrong turns. But our reactionary effort, plentitudes of vexations, assortment of anxieties, faculties prostrating to the imagined fears, fearful fancies and silly suppositions put it into very tight knots and mess it up.