India's much too short autumn is breathing its last and the onslaught of the cold draught of wind stirs up an age-old foe, depression.
I am not among the surprised ones this year. I have known all too well of the creeping hollowness that winters can bring. However, I must admit that I am surprised that instead of being on guard against the symptoms I have come to know very well. I find myself wielding a defiant shield against a recognised few. So here I am today, battling the horrors that make the ones I care about weak and try to help them overcome their fears and the only question that I face, like every other year, is.. What should I look forward to now?
Do not misunderstand my anxiety for depression, let the insolence lie aside for a while. Sit, listen to me for once... for I have much to express. Life has been as exciting as I could have never possibly imagined. My understanding is so very limited that I simply give up in awe at the beauty of everything around me. It is truly difficult to explain how it feels when the breath that you once drew felt like a obligation and then... as if touched my a magical hand... its transforms into a miracle. Yes, every single breath I take today is a miracle. Every note I hear, every emotion I feel and every sense of touch and taste... it is miraculous. Food never tasted better, I never felt more warm, music never sounded so pure and the sense of being alive never seemed more complete than how it does at this moment. It's great to be alive. It is an endless jubilation, a celebration of colours and things I can touch and learn about. As a seeker, I always say, that my journey begins every moment and I am grateful that at this moment I am learning something new. There is no desperation to reach the end or a need to know what lies beyond. The curiosity is satisfied for I have only too many answers at hand. There is a purpose, I am sure for every moment I learn something new. There is still something more I need to learn, probably unlearn so that I can return to and experience it with new eyes.
This is yet another of those bigger truths that simply floated into my mind during a late night conversation with my soul. I was thinking about some random occult practices that I haven't practiced in a while (not that I am a devout follower) when I it occurred to me that the concept of time, is a man-made one. God, doesn't understand or adhere to man's principle of time. Think about it, the day doesn't start or end at the same time. Time is not the constant, sunrise and sunset are. The seasons are not dependant on time, life and death are not dependant on time either. We, as humans, have devised time as a tool. This led me to the other question, why? Why do we need time? Well, how else would man have justified his other great concoction, reality. Time is a measure for reality. If a person dies, we are in a state of shock. We call it an untimely death or worse, "Their time was up." Really? As someone who strongly believes that every human being on the face of ...
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