I see myself returning to what I
was earlier. I can no longer fake peace. I can no longer fake smile. I was
happy and satisfied when I was myself without having to worry about anyone or
anything. I was so much happier when I could think freely without being called
philosophical; when I could enjoy my walk without being called a zen
practitioner; when I could have my say without having to attribute that thought
to someone "great"; when I could read what I wanted without being
called spiritual; when I could spread light and love without being called a
"star-seed"; when I could appreciate things for what they were from a
distance without the awareness of it being the "first step" to
"enlightenment". I was happy the way I was: ignorant and easily
pleased.
Things are not the same anymore. I
don't intend to either DO philosophy or BE spiritual. I don't intend to look at
the world through rose coloured glasses, nor do I intend to look at life
through rainbow coloured eyes like many suggest.
There is a shift in the way i'm
seeing things. I consider this to be a new beginning. All I want to do is
breathe the air, drink the drink, share a smile and celebrate.
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| © Shilpa Nagraj |
2 comments:
I share the same thoughts - your article has put it into words, and very precise and clear ones.
There are mirrors everywhere, aren't they? :)
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