Sunday, 1 April 2012

An ode to our mysterious minds


When you lose control, you're asking for trouble. But if all those out-of-the-head moments were worth it, then there's no going back and blaming anybody.
Some find it very difficult to accept that a blame isn't helping anybody. It might help some get the guilt off, temporarily, but you are the only one responsible for your being. If something went wrong, there's no blaming others for it, because you could have always altered your choices at some point or the other, and let that not happen. But that's not being very realistic. 
Be brave enough to accept your mistakes, to none, but yourself. Mistakes are part of you, making you who you are. 

By putting yourself in a situation where you eat yourself up, engulfing your soul by constantly comparing yourself with the imaginary idol you want to be, you do no good to self. It is one thing to aspire, but if you don't strive to achieve that status, and I mean, try at all, you're only destroying yourself. Welcome change. It means progress. It means that you have settled for what you are, but you're evolving along with the cosmos by handpicking what's best for survival. 

The mind is a strange place. We feed ideas to it at the speed of light, unaware of doing so. Our subconscious works things out for us all the time. In short, there is NOTHING that we already don't know. Nothing we don't know the answer for. Yet, we find ourselves helplessly trapped in unrelenting situations.

When we are driven by fear all the time; fear of losing pride, fear of confession, confrontation, fear of being isolated, hated, dreaded, an ocean of negativity around us, we build a web out of these fears. It is a constantly updated blueprint of filtered-down possibilities out of a myriad to avoid upsetting the apple cart of our lives. Living in a niche, we sometimes find ourselves looking at a riddle and a million possibilities to decipher it. The answer lies dormant within our pineal glands but we just don't know it yet because we are not ready to accept the answer all the time, all thanks to our fears and obsessions. When we realize that the stakes aren't that high, and we finally open up to all possibilities there could  have been, however impractical they might have seemed, we would have bypassed the opportune moment with a choice we later regard as poor. 

Truly a paradox, our minds are.