Is the availability of "more" ruining our treasured intimacies with the special some? Are we subjecting ourselves to abuse? The "more" is usually used as an unmindful diversion technique or a false pacifier to appease the inner wants. What it ultimately ends up doing is that it leaves a tired and abused inner self, something that goes numb even for a long cherished. In spite of looking up for the intimacy that we once shared with the long cherished, it really doesn't show up, leaving us searching for it. The thing about "more" is that it puts us on a waiting mode for the ultimate satisfaction to occur, be it the setting in of the lost intimacy or the feeling of “yes I've done everything that was deprived of me for long”. But eventually what results is the numb inner self that is not sure of whether it has received everything it wanted.
The numbness extends itself to hinder our ability to relish or create. In our pursuit of doing more, we tend to do things for the sake of doing and not because we mean to do them. It becomes more of an internal and external compulsion to keep doing. It sets expectations and creates a virtual gap that could be understood instinctively. The moment our words or actions lose their meaning, life walks out. “More” could be a natural choice or something motivated by availability. Either way, it is not helping.
What does it take to resurrect the abused inner self, to rejuvenate the inner self muscles, to regain the lost intimacies and get the life flowing in them again? Time and silence.
We are in need of so much silence to hear the voice of direction again. It actually needs us to leave the space and wander around without actively thinking about the lost intimacy or the process for reviving it. It needs us to let go of the agitation to know why we've lost and how to regain.
The numbness extends itself to hinder our ability to relish or create. In our pursuit of doing more, we tend to do things for the sake of doing and not because we mean to do them. It becomes more of an internal and external compulsion to keep doing. It sets expectations and creates a virtual gap that could be understood instinctively. The moment our words or actions lose their meaning, life walks out. “More” could be a natural choice or something motivated by availability. Either way, it is not helping.
What does it take to resurrect the abused inner self, to rejuvenate the inner self muscles, to regain the lost intimacies and get the life flowing in them again? Time and silence.
We are in need of so much silence to hear the voice of direction again. It actually needs us to leave the space and wander around without actively thinking about the lost intimacy or the process for reviving it. It needs us to let go of the agitation to know why we've lost and how to regain.
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