Revulsion or Frustration?

"Acquire inner peace and a multitude will find their salvation near you."

Catherine de Hueck Doherty

In a world of filth and dirt, we all live like a dog…clean the small space around our living area and leave the world around us as if it doesn’t exist. Loyal to only ourselves, all we care about is the life within our own shells.

This loyalty may make us harmful to others; the lust to be the best for ourselves may provoke us to devastate their strengths.

Though we don’t care for others, but we might loathe them for who they are… we despise them for their mere existence. This revulsion gives us the right to question the way they live and openly critique their lifestyle……or the right to bark at whoever we want to!

Their immoral behavior and unethical conduct makes us feel like angels…angels sent to pick and rectify the restless and depraved souls around us.

Drowned in the spirit of revolution, we transform our frustration into anger and pour this fury in their lives. What we don't realize is that our anger itself is the parasite feeding on our souls !

Instead of spreading peace and serenity, we end up creating a world with hatred and malevolence.

We cry out loud that we need peace, harmony and tranquility…but in fact we are the ones who deep down inside crave for discordance.

The clatter around us distracts the attention from our dissatisfied soul. All of us, eternally unhappy and unfulfilled, look for ways to blame someone for this discontent.

We moan over the world’s current condition…but we tend to disregard the part played by our fury in adding fuel to this fire of detestation, surrounding our world.

To appease the pain from outer world, we ought to abate the inner ferocity which we all go through.

The need of the hour is to clear our hearts and become satisfied with what we are. Looking at the unachieved will make things worse...so focus on the accomplished goals and dismiss the thoughts of failure and insecurity. As this change of focus will make you efficient enough to face the challenges with a rejuvenated spirit, while otherwise the baggage of disappointment will never let you grow and explore your own capabilities.

Once there is peace in our minds, the world will appear a little more radiant than before.

Hence,we won’t be able to pacify the world, until we overcome the inner racket of frustration and vengeance. Abandon the spirit of revenge or it would spread…spread like a fungus from your soul to the world around you.

Satisfaction....an improbable term will become probable if there is contentment within our spirit.

The Baggage!

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night by hearing what you just said out loud ‘unknowingly’ while you were asleep….

No it doesn’t imply that you are a ghost or you are a maniac! Then what is it? Is it the shrillness of your voice or the amplitude of its frequency? Is it the doors stumbling behind your back or the windows just shattered? ……Its none of those too..

It’s more the web of thoughts in your brain which crunches your power to relax, your mind is grumbling and regurgitating the events that just passed by.

People call me self obsessed, self conceited or sometimes psychic but I’m hundred percent sure that we all are that at one place or point in our life.

Everything in my life seems to be jumbled up in a big baggage lying at the corner of my mind. This baggage as heavy as the white whale in a small canal can move the world around you with a mere movement. It leaves no opportunity to exploit your thoughts and hinder your every step. The moment you are about to have fun or make a decision, the worst memory of your life will come up and destroy it all!

Making new friends? And the baggage would show you your worst friendship disasters…spending time with friends? What about the parents you left at home?, the baggage strikes again!...the moment you realize that yes you are meant to have fun is the moment reality shows you the biggest mistakes you have ever made.

People say ‘Learn from your mistakes’ but all that it gives me is; regret, sorrow, embarrassment and a refreshed feeling of humiliation. I thought of myself as a highly practical, emotionless rather ruthless, selfish, fun loving and manipulative modern woman. A woman of substance and pure diligence! But I ended up realizing that I’m just the opposite. Exact opposite, I get impractical when it comes to my mom, I get literally mindless when I decide the payoffs and yes I cry too!..i cry on tiny things like falling on the ground and I value little moments like my mom’s message or my sister’s chocolate as if I’m like just another emotional fool. And the word fun doesn’t even exist in my dictionary since I’m never satisfied with the present condition and I always think and repent for what I could have done.

Sometimes my mind get so pumped that I lose the capacity to control the words popping out of my mouth. I speak things which are irrelevant or rude or ambiguous..but it seems like my mind actually exploded those words out! Asleep or awake, this trauma never ends and I speak whatever comes to my mouth.

Control it or hide it, the baggage always makes its way through to express, annoy and exploit!No it doesn’t imply that you are a ghost or you are a maniac! Then what is it? Is it the shrillness of your voice or the amplitude of its frequency? Is it the doors stumbling behind your back or the windows just shattered? ……Its none of those too..

It’s more the web of thoughts in your brain which crunches your power to relax, your mind is grumbling and regurgitating the events that just passed by.

People call me self obsessed, self conceited or sometimes psychic but I’m hundred percent sure that we all are that at one place or point in our life.

Everything in my life seems to be jumbled up in a big baggage lying at the corner of my mind. This baggage as heavy as the white whale in a small canal can move the world around you with a mere movement. It leaves no opportunity to exploit your thoughts and hinder your every step. The moment you are about to have fun or make a decision, the worst memory of your life will come up and destroy it all!

Making new friends? And the baggage would show you your worst friendship disasters…spending time with friends? What about the parents you left at home?, the baggage strikes again!...the moment you realize that yes you are meant to have fun is the moment reality shows you the biggest mistakes you have ever made.

People say ‘Learn from your mistakes’ but all that it gives me is; regret, sorrow, embarrassment and a refreshed feeling of humiliation.

I thought of myself as a highly practical, emotionless rather ruthless, selfish, fun loving and manipulative modern woman. A woman of substance and pure diligence! But I ended up realizing that I’m just the opposite. Exact opposite, I get impractical when it comes to my mom, I get literally mindless when I decide the payoffs and yes I cry too!..i cry on tiny things like falling on the ground and I value little moments like my mom’s message or my sister’s chocolate as if I’m like just another emotional fool. And the word fun doesn't even exist in my dictionary since I’m never satisfied with the present condition and I always think and repent for what I could have done.

Sometimes my mind get so pumped that I lose the capacity to control the words popping out of my mouth. I speak things which are irrelevant or rude or ambiguous..but it seems like my mind actually exploded those words out! Asleep or awake, this trauma never ends and I speak whatever comes to my mouth.

Control it or hide it, the baggage always paves its way through to express, annoy and exploit!