Stand under the stars and visualize your place in the universe. All your worries, your pride, your achievements will dissolve. Stand in front of the ocean and you realize how fortunate we are to participate as an audience in our own insignificant way. Hearing the sounds of waves, or trying to comprehend the vastness of our universe bundled withe the sheer magnitude and complexity of living overwhelms me.The water, the smell of salty water, reeds, seaweeds, broken shells and occasionally the parts of crabs,all a reminder of the secrets carried in the belly of the seemingly calm ocean, all signs of the ruthless force of life that runs through the ocean. Yet, the mighty ocean, helplessly dances to the tunes of the various moods of moon, teaching us how interconnected we all are, the living throbbing life and the apparently non-living elements in the life.
The crashing waves have been in conversation with the shore for ages, at times even playfully kissing its feet long before I existed and will be doing so long after I am gone. My presence or absence makes no difference to life in general and our obsession with all our problems seem so trifle and unnecessary when we keep the big picture in mind. Maybe our existence is just incidental - the purpose to just to sit back and admire the wonderful creation of the artist
The crashing waves have been in conversation with the shore for ages, at times even playfully kissing its feet long before I existed and will be doing so long after I am gone. My presence or absence makes no difference to life in general and our obsession with all our problems seem so trifle and unnecessary when we keep the big picture in mind. Maybe our existence is just incidental - the purpose to just to sit back and admire the wonderful creation of the artist
Isn't it amazing though that in nature, no one tries to imitate the other being? Each is content to just be.The river flows because it has too, finds its own way too. The lake is placid and calm, content to stay in one place, accepting reflections of guests like the moon, and stars, trees and skies with no expectations.Content to just be .
Unlike the other species in the world, we humans have this uncanny quality of wearing masks, and pretending to be what we are not. Part of the ritual of growing up is learning to hide our emotions or at least express it the way society has deemed acceptable.Before long, we all learn to keep up appearances, and wear masks suitable for the moment. Over the years we get so good at wearing masks that our genuine essence as a person is lost among all the different personalities we have learned to live with. The journey into self-discovery involves the risks of not liking what you see within-yet being kind enough to accept ourselves just we as we accept nature around us.
Unlike the other species in the world, we humans have this uncanny quality of wearing masks, and pretending to be what we are not. Part of the ritual of growing up is learning to hide our emotions or at least express it the way society has deemed acceptable.Before long, we all learn to keep up appearances, and wear masks suitable for the moment. Over the years we get so good at wearing masks that our genuine essence as a person is lost among all the different personalities we have learned to live with. The journey into self-discovery involves the risks of not liking what you see within-yet being kind enough to accept ourselves just we as we accept nature around us.
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