Thanks to the anonymous comment on “one step?”, I was thinking a lot about it, once upon a time in Bangalore, my circle of friends at work was with ‘very different type’ people, but why now the differences are scaring me? I feel, I created myself a “image of self” with all my insecurities and negativities and building walls to protect this ‘self’, after scaring some of my friends with my negativity and annoying questions, I returned back to my favorite philosopher,JK of an answer, I am started reading him after a looong time, This is the part I liked the most in my recent reading…
A river receives everything…yet it cleanses itself
To sit on the bank of a river and let the waters flow by, to watch the gentle ripples and hear the lapping of the ripples on the bank; to see the wind on the water making patterns; to see the swallows touching the water, the water catching insects; and in the distance, across the water, on the other bank, human voices or a boy playing the flute, of a still evening, quietens all the noise about one. Somehow, the waters seem to purify one, cleanse the dust of yesterday’s memories and give that quality to the mind of its own pureness, as the water in itself is pure. A river receives everything—the sewer, the corpses, the filth of the cities it passes, and yet it cleanses itself within a few miles. It receives everything and remains itself, neither caring nor knowing the pure from impure. It’s only the ponds, the little puddles that are soon contaminated, for they are not living, flowing, as the wide, sweet-smelling flowing rivers. Our minds are small puddles, soon made impure. It’s the little pond, called mind, that judges, weighs, analyzes, and yet remains the little pool of responsibility.
-JK
I feel like this dirty little pond, which needs lots of cleaning, but before that I need some energy, may be an hug from “unconditional love” Dad! I miss you!