‘Stretching is always required before a rigorous work out, to prevent you from getting injured due to the strain’…that is what my gym trainer advised me. On some reflection, I can relate it to many of the dilemma I face.
Recently I was getting this lethargy about my work. I always dreamed of finding my own purpose, achieving nirvana and being in bliss. But all I did was to get up in the morning, drag myself to bathroom, get ready, wear some hard achieved enthusiasm, and of course little bit of make up; and I rush to office. Apart from official stuff, I have my parents to take care of, and what about my creativity, where is my food for soul as I call it as? It is kind of life I selected and I blame it on me. I am afraid I would never find my purpose, let alone nirvana and bliss.
But this remark of my trainer sparked something in me, which led me to an array of thoughts. I never wanted to do the stretching with my life before I get into real action. I was always in a hurry. I read and believed in lot of personal development books, each one of it, increased this sense of urgency saying that life is too short. I was on a race with myself and with time. But I missed this fact, that there is enough time given to me, to live my life…and life run in parallels…I breath, my heart beats, my nervous system works, all at the same time..and that exactly how life is…multi dimensional…i cannot be a creative person all time, I cannot be the techie all the time…but I could be both…
The more I thought, the more I felt content with my life. I suddenly started enjoying the stretching with my day to day tasks, at work, home and my creativity. I no more blame me when I start writing great philosophy as I think, but end up with non sense. Fine, it’s the stretching..it is the path to my better writing; at work, when a logic I prepared fail, its fine, it may increase by logical ability.
As days pass, I could find back my passion and enthusiasm for life I lost somewhere along the journey. I still have work, I still struggle with my writing, but strangely I feel relaxed and I no more feel short of time for my creativity. I now play with my various roles like a showman throwing balls on air and catch them before the fall; I am having fun with my life. No, in all these, I have not forgotten my ultimate aim; finding my purpose. My eyes are open, sure I grab the opportunities which come along the way; I am hopeful to have a great and fulfilling life. After all,
Recently I was getting this lethargy about my work. I always dreamed of finding my own purpose, achieving nirvana and being in bliss. But all I did was to get up in the morning, drag myself to bathroom, get ready, wear some hard achieved enthusiasm, and of course little bit of make up; and I rush to office. Apart from official stuff, I have my parents to take care of, and what about my creativity, where is my food for soul as I call it as? It is kind of life I selected and I blame it on me. I am afraid I would never find my purpose, let alone nirvana and bliss.
But this remark of my trainer sparked something in me, which led me to an array of thoughts. I never wanted to do the stretching with my life before I get into real action. I was always in a hurry. I read and believed in lot of personal development books, each one of it, increased this sense of urgency saying that life is too short. I was on a race with myself and with time. But I missed this fact, that there is enough time given to me, to live my life…and life run in parallels…I breath, my heart beats, my nervous system works, all at the same time..and that exactly how life is…multi dimensional…i cannot be a creative person all time, I cannot be the techie all the time…but I could be both…
The more I thought, the more I felt content with my life. I suddenly started enjoying the stretching with my day to day tasks, at work, home and my creativity. I no more blame me when I start writing great philosophy as I think, but end up with non sense. Fine, it’s the stretching..it is the path to my better writing; at work, when a logic I prepared fail, its fine, it may increase by logical ability.
As days pass, I could find back my passion and enthusiasm for life I lost somewhere along the journey. I still have work, I still struggle with my writing, but strangely I feel relaxed and I no more feel short of time for my creativity. I now play with my various roles like a showman throwing balls on air and catch them before the fall; I am having fun with my life. No, in all these, I have not forgotten my ultimate aim; finding my purpose. My eyes are open, sure I grab the opportunities which come along the way; I am hopeful to have a great and fulfilling life. After all,
“Destiny reveals itself to those, who have passion for life”.
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