The tiny escape route

 

A herd of sheep running away from imagined wolves. But then it gets bored with its fear as well and then the driver of the run takes another shape. It becomes imagined pastures. The latter again changes to some other imagined predator, which again shifts to become imagined water pool.

As a herd we are mostly running away, maniacally assailed by unbreakable predicaments, from our imagined fears towards imagined security. Very rarely we are resting balanced between fears and security.

It’s a meaningless stampede. Our impulses rampantly pushing us like rocket fuel in the mad rush. Logic, sanity, reasoning all clouded by panic hormones. So difficult to see beyond the cloud of dust.

The horde unconsciously christened for meek, blind followership. The large brood forever ignorant of the hitherto inaccessible pools of views, thoughts, emotions and creativity. Little brats stuck up in the much studied and much hyped syllabus of stupidity, the tools of hatching a stilling insularity from the bubbling potential of human evolution.

But the solution is just a step away. We can step out on a quite by-lane. It’s always round the corner, an individual by-lane, always there for you. It pursues you. It’s quite loyal. All you have to do is to accept the invitation. And step in. Everything changes. Just being aware of this by-lane is as good as expiating the voluntary, involuntary sins. It saves you from unquestioning servitude to impulses and reactions.

The clouds of collective phobias and mass dose of opium of illusionary elements of security are too big to pursue you and enter this quiet, narrow by-lane. Here you have to deal with little entities of individual fears and illusions. You are too big for them. You easily overpower them because you are well poised and not running away from hallucinatory hounds.

Once you see the light of your own little truth, you pass the test. Then you can easily come out to the main boulevard of life. Then you will be walking even in a stampede without getting pushed or crushed.

Well, that’s a miracle. Isn’t it? And be sure that it happens that way. You become a stable walker even in this worldly stampede. The snorts, grunts and confounding rigors of life hardly leave you shaking with fear like a rabbit.