Every once in a while I get bombarded with ‘justice’ hashtags and shares.. justice for either her or him .. justice for this or that ..
I am bored of this justice to be honest and I don’t even understand ..
I can’t go and tell the parents of a 7 year old in this very world that selling her to the sex trade so that her family can survive is wrong or right.
I can’t go and tell a 10 year old who just got pregnant due to an assault that her life will be back to normal and fine.
I can’t go and tell a young boy as young as 6 that it is okay to sit in silence and watch his mother being raped by soldiers.
I can’t go and wipe off the tears of a young teen who feels he is worthless because he couldn’t save his family from being set to fire.
I can’t go and tell millions out there that their faith and beliefs have no power.
I can’t even promise any individual that if he seeks the path of honesty, he shall rise and shine.
And neither can I tell anyone that being brutal, putting your own needs before others at the cost of their emotions and lives will not help you survive and thrive.
I can’t wipe out lust, greed, prejudices and jealousy from each and every mind..
Perhaps this is why ‘justice’, in my time, trends as a hashtag.
I live in a world where robbing individuals of their innocence and space is not a crime.
I live in a world where an entire country gets wiped off the map because of war and it is fine.
I live in a world where liars get applauded on stage; trials get ruled by money not by content.
I live in a world where your house, car and travels provide you a social status; not your individuality or rigour.
I live in a world where non scholar videos and articles feed your brain not books or research.
I live in a world where honesty, trust and love are fashionable in text not for real.
I live in a world where no one has patience to chase truth through the path less travelled and known.
I live in a world where propagandas are massive and issues are huge.
I live in a world where I, like millions, no longer know what living means anymore.
A lot of issues float around because someone doesn’t understand you and it often leaves this feeling of strange pain and fear. Completely resulting out of sheer lack of not being understood. I guess the primary question that is to be asked is why would anyone invest in understanding you? The almost immediate answer is that in fact, no one should ever invest in understanding you except you, yourself. The main job and the only job in life bestowed upon each soul is to understand their own selves. The stronger the bond of the self, the radiant the self will be and thus the lesser the need to be understood by another body other than you. We are all taught to care, to share and to do good but I guess the primary receivers of this exact share, care and goodness are we first before anyone else. Imagine not being in love with your own self, what will you teach the world about love and more importantly, how will you show that love honestly to anyone? Hence, the basic act and practice starts with the first face that you see in the mirror when you stand in front of it each day. It’s you. And therefore, invest in you for that’s the best investment that you would ever do in a life.
If you think of yourself as a railway station or an airport; then all the planes, trains become the thoughts that come and go. Some stay longer than others. Some break down on your platforms and some need that extra time to clear your tracks. But they all eventually go and pass. Just as time and thoughts in a human.
The toughest bit is to be that station or that airport day after day, night after night, year after year. Maintaining that infrastructure, letting people and circumstances work on you, expanding and shrinking, perhaps at the same time. Having engineers repair your base, having someone put more bricks on you or even having someone to colour your walls for you can be daunting and exhausting for long.
If the mindfulness remains that you are not to convert yourself into one of your own passengers or into one of your own carriers, then whoever jumps on whatever vessel, is exactly like watching the world go by in its thoughts and battles without you being a part of the circus.
Most of the times, the loss of this mindful living is lost and the tendency to jump on that train in a search towards that destination is way too tempting than just to watch it go by.. And what does it bring? The destination still remains a far fetched dream and the journey becomes complicated without a reason or a cause.
Hence, to watch the world go by and being that station or that airport or that platform to let things be in the lap of time is a way into peace.
This damn space that is provided by time
Is uniquely boring, subtly breakable as it concedes in life
Something remarkable makes this space
A terrible feeling of owning, disowning, price and theft
Watch the space – they say
Trust the wait and add a pray
Neither the space gets a makeover
Nor the endless smiling face
It just remains a broken machine far from even willing to race
The clock ticks
The days go
Months pass and years flow
The space never gets filled
Playing the wait game just gets skilled.
I have always wondered why everyone jumps in with an opinion on everything on everyone all the time? The standard rule has become to advice. To give advice all the time. At times adding that personal line – ‘I know. Been there, done that.’ Or ‘I exactly know how you must be feeling’. My question is how can I exactly know how anyone feels because they are not me and I am not them as well?
There are always several layers of permutations and combinations that get thrown in for every individual at even exactly same conditions. These differences do nurture dependencies between individuals but to expect them to be exactly identical, so that one can step in to feel for the other, is absolute foolish to say the least.
Hence, the biggest drawback in the sentence – ‘please follow my advice’ are the missing words; ‘choose’ and ‘feel’. ‘If you feel like or choose to, then please follow my advice’ seems like a more contained statement to throw at someone.
I think the lesser importance one attaches to ones own opinions, the lesser urge one has to throw it at someone else because an opinion always queues up first in the line of choice. Perhaps then this unnecessary rise in hatred would reduce because most of the time feelings are able to set themselves right on their own rather than having to force them.
By and large the screaming reality that one gets drawn to is to value oneself based on the worlds’ definition of success and failure. One, often is thought to be the reverse of the other. The very nature of the definitions aren’t contained or bounded by defined limits and ranges. There are abstract deductions on what might appear to be a success through the world lens and what might not and vice versa. Most of these parameters being covered in materials. This then begs to question the very existence of these definitions and then to question their impact on an individual’s self belief.
At the core sits this notion of impermanence very rigidly which even applies to the brain. The brain starts decaying gradually with age as has been shown and published in the literature. Attaching value or worth to impermanence then seems to be an interesting phenomenon of feeling good and worthwhile. Whereas in reality, this attachment in itself crawls on the shoulders of lies. Perhaps this is precisely why every definition and structure handed by this world runs out to change at the face of slightest threat. The torch bearers of such definitions run for covers when their lies and make belief stories to success are exposed. The failed ones, of course, stand no chance to voice their opinions because the materials aren’t drool worthy to report.
In these circumstances, where death is our only reality and a mark of pemanence, shouldn’t success and failure simply be left onto love and thoughts to judge rather than fame and materials? Because come to think anout it, a healthy mind and a loving heart are all that an individual needs to live barring all definitions.