There are times in life when you can feel strongly and with evidence that things are not in our hands, that instead we choosing things in life, life chooses them for us. Such moments are both scary and relieving at the same time. While on the one hand, the presence of something HIGHER, a divinity greater than ourselves assures us that we can sit back and relax, on the other the uncertainty and our inability to understand the way life turns out leaves us perplexed. It in fact also makes us doubt ourselves, and the intentions of the divinity in question. Our faith and patience are put to the ultimate tests and every moment seems to squeeze an iota of life from you.
However surprisingly the void remaining after that at times might feel more alive than before if things appear to start making sense or appear favourable. Hope after all, as someone said, is the quintessential human illusion.
You never give upon possibilities and desires of the world until and unless you have burnt your mouth with everything which you thought of as a delicacy. This could be in professional or in personal life.
The sanskaras drive you on until by rubbing against every hardened corner of the material world they remain no more. And that is the void we all seek, consciously or not.
Meanwhile life goes on with the illusion of control in our hands, until some days when everything seems topsy-turvy and you do not even know whether to look up or look down at God. Whether to call him God or Satan. Now many religions would consider this statement blasphemous, Hinduism does not even have the concept of Satan, only demons. No ultimate negative black hole per se.
Whatever it may be, after a good night’s sleep (in my case even a not so good night’ sleep at times, this is being written at 4 am!), or soothing your nerves through some addiction, according to one’s liking or mood at the moment, (booze, sex, emotional attachments and support or Bhakti), you find yourself possessed of again some age old experience and you learn, or have to learn, to let it be. May be that was the reason in the first place.
And that brings me to the end of ‘One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest’ series of this blog – Part-I.
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