"Yet another diary" - the phrase echoes within, and haunts me over the years. It has led to a phobia to begin or renew writing. Moreover, the excessive obsession with working away at the computer has robbed one of the pleasures of writing.
There can be nothing more, ever much more, satisfying than being able to place pen on paper. But, over the years, in my job, and work, the act of placing pen on paper has been limited to signatures, inane job related comments and editing the inefficiency exhibited in destroying the English language by colleagues of all types.
Since 2003-2004, I have come across the phrase, from the teachings of the Buddha, that "this too shall pass away"! More often, the phrase is used to pass over one's problems, emotional-physical-existential or family-professional-personal related situations. The phrase has led me to accept negativity in life with a more placid attitude. Is that good? Is it correct? I wonder. Should I learn from each situation? Perhaps, I should. It may be true that the situation of the moment may become untrue after a few "passings". But, I feel, one should attempt to learn and become stronger on each occasion.
On another perspective, can one be an island to one's own sea of myriad circumstances? One should do so, most certainly. But, can one do so, in actuality and perfect the art? Yes, I feel. One can. For mastery in such circumstances, one should - (1) Begin, (2) Practice, (3) Recognise, (4) Learn, (5) Unlearn, (6) Accept, (7) Seek, (8) Share, (9) Re-learn, and (10) Start again.
I am often amazed with my non-acceptance of inefficiency or lesser aptitude in others. I am also often dismayed by my own stirring up of anger upon confronting inefficiency in others. Should it be thus? Can one become an island to the several sea(s) around us?
I feel, one can conquer complacence, timely passing, reality and unreal, the mind within and its own monkeys, by the very act of writing. What is written, cannot pass away. What is written, cannot be hidden. What is written, cannot be wished away. What is written, will not go away.
I think, I can conquer complacence, blind acceptance, thoughtless living, and seamless day-to-day existence by just writing down, i.e., placing pen to paper. In this manner, at least, I can reach deep within, and grab my innermost viruses, and flush them down a pipe of the 'past' and live in a timeless manner.
There can be nothing more, ever much more, satisfying than being able to place pen on paper. But, over the years, in my job, and work, the act of placing pen on paper has been limited to signatures, inane job related comments and editing the inefficiency exhibited in destroying the English language by colleagues of all types.
Since 2003-2004, I have come across the phrase, from the teachings of the Buddha, that "this too shall pass away"! More often, the phrase is used to pass over one's problems, emotional-physical-existential or family-professional-personal related situations. The phrase has led me to accept negativity in life with a more placid attitude. Is that good? Is it correct? I wonder. Should I learn from each situation? Perhaps, I should. It may be true that the situation of the moment may become untrue after a few "passings". But, I feel, one should attempt to learn and become stronger on each occasion.
On another perspective, can one be an island to one's own sea of myriad circumstances? One should do so, most certainly. But, can one do so, in actuality and perfect the art? Yes, I feel. One can. For mastery in such circumstances, one should - (1) Begin, (2) Practice, (3) Recognise, (4) Learn, (5) Unlearn, (6) Accept, (7) Seek, (8) Share, (9) Re-learn, and (10) Start again.
I am often amazed with my non-acceptance of inefficiency or lesser aptitude in others. I am also often dismayed by my own stirring up of anger upon confronting inefficiency in others. Should it be thus? Can one become an island to the several sea(s) around us?
I feel, one can conquer complacence, timely passing, reality and unreal, the mind within and its own monkeys, by the very act of writing. What is written, cannot pass away. What is written, cannot be hidden. What is written, cannot be wished away. What is written, will not go away.
I think, I can conquer complacence, blind acceptance, thoughtless living, and seamless day-to-day existence by just writing down, i.e., placing pen to paper. In this manner, at least, I can reach deep within, and grab my innermost viruses, and flush them down a pipe of the 'past' and live in a timeless manner.
No comments:
Post a Comment