Customary Bonding “What can you do to promote world peace? Go home and love your family.”
― Mother Teresa 

I personally love this quote by Mother Teresa simply because it says so much about our world in a few words. It hits my heart right in the center. People of my age including me have a million suggestions to make this world better and still we are unable to make the situation at even our home improve even a little bit. We are so caught up in our own lives that we fail to even meet and love our own parents. Our homes have become mere hotels where the members of the family come to sleep at night because otherwise everyone is so busy in their life that there is hardly any time for bonding.

I agree about the lack of time factor as I am one of those who struggle due to the lack of time. But then on second thoughts I disagree because everything in life is tough and nothing comes easy. Only wishful thinking doesn’t help, ever. We have to manage time and spend some time with our family. Who will stand by us when we are all alone in this cruel world? The only answer that comes to my mind is “Family” and although we all know its importance yet we fail to acknowledge it in our daily life.

Our family and especially our parents are the ones who will always love us. The rest of the world only loves when you are good to them, you have to earn their love. But family loves you irrespective of what you do and how you are. But still we prefer spending time with all the people in the world but our family. We keep two phones but never call. We own several cars but we never go and meet them.

Go back in time and try to remember those small little talks your mom gave you or that extra money your dad slipped in your pocket hiding from your mom or the time when your sibling protected you from your parents’ wrath when you did something wrong. Precious moments, aren’t they? And yet we wait until the end of the year for Christmas and New Year to meet them.

I always see my parents and wonder how many more years I have with them. I live with them today but who knows what will happen tomorrow? I lost my grandfather contemplating upon whether I have the time to go and meet him or just call him. It has always made me suffer and somehow this holiday has made me realize the importance of family so much that I have decided to spend at least an hour daily with them. Just talking and sharing about my life and knowing about theirs.

Trust me the clock of your life’s time is ticking really fast and you have less time than you think you have. Live this moment and spend time with your family. Don’t make it a customary meeting but a time of love and joy. There is no one in the world who will accept you even when you are not good to them but your family. So go ahead and make the most of this holiday and promise yourself of a new beginning stating from next year which is soon approaching.

Discovering Myself-Part I

source: I met with a saint yesterday as a part of “knowing myself” who in his own strange ways convinced me in more than one way about the existence of “self” outside mere flesh bones that we possess right now. Of course many of you might already be acquainted with this idea but I never really thought about it until yesterday. He told me that there are scientific proofs of this theory and one of them is the past life regression. I scorned  this theory and later talked to my mother about it who surprisingly told me about one of our family members who underwent such a session. I called  him up immediately and asked for an explanation. I had my mouth wide open when he told me that he actually experienced his soul rising above his body.

All these incidents in one single day forced me to give a deep thinking about my “self”. I am still not sure about the above narrated theory but yes I do believe that there is some spiritual power that exists within us. That power comes into play when the mind stops thinking and only these powers control your life. I have experienced it and I was literally crying with tears at the end of it. It was so amazing that I couldn’t stop my tears and I can’t put it down to words here. The body frees you and you experience a joy that numbs your mind.

Let me tell you a story about the confused “self”. Once upon a time a cub was left alone in the middle of a jungle by his mother. When he opened his eyes, he saw a monkey, a squirrel and a deer. He grew up with them and picked up all their habits in every way that he possibly could. After some years he came across a lion and got scared. He said ” Please don’t eat me up, I am an innocent little deer who has so many years of life left to enjoy. I am so harmless, please leave me”. The old lion was very astonished and asked the young lion to accompany him to the nearby lake. For the first time in his life that young lion saw his reflection in the water and understood that he was a lion too. He happily went away as he roared for the first time with the older lion and lived happily with the powerful pack of his own kind.

I have learnt only one thing from this story and that is that I need to brush aside the dust that is covering my persona to actually know who I am. Right now I am so far away from that lake to see my actual reflection in the lake. I am working on it and it is easy. It is easy because what is to be done is to stop blindingly following where life is taking me. I can’t end up as somebody else in life, I want to be me. Renounce chasing the shallow cravings of life to pursue a career and not a personality. Live and die for truth and not for illusion which the society is building each day. The illusion which is becoming as high as the sky and is as deep into the ground as well.

As psychoanalyst Carl Jung said, “Who looks outwards, sleeps. Who looks inwards, awakes”.