We all crave for more – more clothes, more food, more accessories, more furtniture, basically more stuff. We buy into the notion of society’s – ‘more’ is success. ‘Less’ is failure. But, with each and every possession comes the responsibility to look after it. Whatever we own, we must store it, clean it & take care of it, and the more we have, the more time is taken up with care and maintenance of that which we own. Paulo Coelho in one of his blog post illustrates with a great example that happiness lies in freedom from possessions, ’cause at the end of the day, he says, things start possessing us. He once considered buying a castle in France, but then realized that if he bought that castle, he would not be able to think of anything but taking care of it. So, he says he bought a small water-fill instead, which was easy to keep; that he could take time to go to the mountains, to walk, & spend life the way he would like to. True isn’t it? The more we have, the more occupied our mind is; The less we have, the more free we are.
The glass is already broken
One day some people came to the master and asked ‘How can you be happy in a world of such impermanence? The master held up a glass and said ’Someone gave me this glass, and I really like this glass. It holds my water admirably and it glistens in the sunlight. I touch it and it rings! One day the wind may blow it off the shelf, or my elbow may knock it from the table. And I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.
Why I Blog
Why do I blog? To advise? Am I so good at managing life that I can advise someone else? I tried blogging early, didn’t succeed. Then why now? What do I want to say with my blog? What’s the intention? To gain fame? To earn? A hobby? Or is it just for the heck of it? Why should someone see my blog? What do I offer others which is already not being said by the millions of blogs/websites & gurus out there? Didn’t Shakespeare himself say, there are no original stories? Then why bother? Just to add my two cents? I ask myself these questions, & ’have no answers to any of them.
Conformity
The Psalm of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
life is but an empty dream!
for the soul is dead that slumbers,
and things are not what they seem.