A-MAZE, Myself

Fretting and complaining have been the building blocks of ‘a maze’ that seemed to entrap me eternally. It didn’t matter how complicated or simple the layout was, if the mindset was to brood over hurdles and dead-ends, that is what ‘magically’ appeared each time. Weird that the walls were self-made but the preference was to live in the illusion that someTHING or someONE else is building them against me. A sort of victim. 

If I hadn’t taken the initiative to take charge as soon as realization hit in, I’d still be going wall-to-wall.

And it usually seems like a struggle to peel your mind off this layer. Kind of sticks on and tricks you into being comfortable under its fake protective shield. It isn’t really there but refrains from allowing any stain on your character because you view everyone else as a predator nibbling on your ‘perfectly’ carved reality.

Don’t know whether to thank my luck or take credit for escaping the mess. Probably a bit of both because if I hadn’t taken the initiative to take charge as soon as realization hit in, I’d still be going wall-to-wall.

After connecting with the perspective of some philosophers and inspirational speakers, I sensed the immaturity with which my life was being led. Destiny had it written for me to come across their work and they became the turning point at the worst stage of my life. Following their advise, I was ‘amaze-d’ with the potential that lied in consciously redirecting my energy into people, places, events and practices that unlocked new ways of freedom. We hear it every now and then, yet turn a blind eye to the most basic piece of wisdom – that the power of making choices lies with us and taking complete responsibility releases us from the chains of blaming and shaming.

Those are the times when I switch my surroundings and divert to anything that makes me feel high on life.

Though I have thankfully come to the point where I only hold myself accountable for losing control over emotions, the challenge is to be less reactive. After all I am human, then why behave like an explosive when I have the intelligence and capacity to be stable? Those are the times when I switch my surroundings and divert to anything that makes me feel high on life, namely, poetry and diary writing. And so I’d say the key is to “switch” as a first step. My journey of a thousand miles thus took off.

A re-collection of everything that pushed me towards the unexplored streets of life is penned here so this space becomes like a one-stop-shop for me to refer on days my sanity  goes into hiding. I also made it public because someone out-there seems to be asking for it (blame the intuition!). There is a constant urge in me to reach those who have questions about making today better than yesterday or those who believe the way out is permanently locked. And lastly the ambitious goal of growing the culture of self-awareness because that appears to be the ideal way (as some philosophers say) for the human race to co-exist peacefully. Reason being, the society is simply each one of us put together. Our psychological condition is viral and so what we are, the society is.

May the authenticity of my energy stuffed in words and images come across (literally) through your screen and activate the desire to reflect, rise and shine. I’ve started with poetry because it has been my companion for over two decades (with some time gaps). The rest will follow along with a travel series, vegetarian recipes and my journey to mindfulness. I hope you’re patient as I progress.

Meanwhile just know that this site is home to all those activities that have been uplifting me and there’s a takeaway for every visitor who has graced it with his/her invaluable time.

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