Traversing down the chaotic alley of my city, I saw a boy running aimlessly, ecstatic with a new kite. It was trying to fly behind him as he continuously changed his course and speed through the maze of the street. I was the kite, I thought and the street was the life. I shrugged, smiled and moved on. I was crestfallen, taciturn, only because past was once again haunting me. And there it was, a boy, content and happy in the moment. I, sunken into flamboyant luxury and still agitated. Him, liberated and boisterous in a money scarce world. So I thought-
We rarely change all through our life. On a brighter side, our soul is always pure, unharmed, untouched, innate and sacred as that of a newborn. On a dull note, we imbue ourselves with pointless emotions. Lock, stock and barrel, we do quite a few things- we pee; we poop; cry, eat and sleep. Barely moving an inch forward in our life. This is what we do on our daily basis. With pee and poop carrying the same meaning, J we cry for the things undone, for the love not shown and for the feelings not shared. Basically, we weigh ourselves down to the extent we can’t even move.
Ever felt the ease of happiness, the burden of frowns, miserable guilt of helplessness when things don’t go your way. Of course, everyone has. Now introspect. Every feeling that you can think of is an outcome of a relation. Now, free your mind and imagine yourself sucked deep into a void with nothing. Infinite absence of darkness, a saint like white everywhere around you. Imagine, waking up, with nothing. Feel the ease now. No pressure, no previous commitments, no future promises, no friends, no family, no money or desire. Imagine, to be armed with nothing but a sense of confidence of taking over whatever you wish to do now, with no one, no thing to weigh yourself down. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf*. Now breathe in and start marching towards what you really want.
I guess this is what that boy was feeling. Accomplished and complacent, feeling the wind knowing no limitations. Ever wondered when was the last time you felt that way? I don’t.
ps-* line by Rabindranath Thakur
