Mist or Mystic
“Your whole idea about yourself is borrowed- - - - from those who have no idea who they are themselves.”
His name is Mike, and they call her Jasneet Kour. I am Ahsan, and the anchor on TV is Wolf Blitzer. Is this how it really is? Are all these people merely those names? Or is there something more than a name attached to every one of us? Sometimes I wonder who I am. My identity card reveals my name, age, gender, nationality, identification marks, address, etc. But is that all we are — numbers? My language is another aspect of myself. Maybe it's the way we express ourselves that makes us stand out. Like the color of my skin and features of my face. Perhaps, it's the impression and memories we instill in others that people remember us by. I believe in a religion my parents told me about, and I know the math I studied at school. My age is defined by a calendar, and my life moves forward according to the arms of the clock. The chains of hunger, climate, social norms and taboos, along with other vital elements of life, control me in an absolute sense. My body so badly wants to survive. It has made me the most needful entity on this planet, that I am. So do the ties of family and clans. I feel contained and in custody. Many factors make me who I am, but who am I really meant to be?
“The soul has been given its own ears to hear things that the mind does not understand.”
There is another part of me that's free and knows no boundaries. It needs no identification nor does it need any nationality. It neither needs a Boeing to fly nor a vehicle to travel in. It has its own energy source and needs no protein. It is my soul. My spirit. It illuminates me brightly and keeps me feeling alive. It provides me with a warmth — one I can ignite others with through words.
“Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness, will we discover the infinite power of our light.”
It takes me beyond the limits of flesh and breaks the barriers of time. I stay happy in its company, and I feel light as a feather in its presence. It keeps telling me that I am supposed to be somewhere beyond the surrounding dimensions. It teaches me that there is only one true language — and that’s called love. Love needs no dialect, and it has no alphabets. It has no full stops and no commas. Love flows regularly and limitlessly. Soul and its language always remain young and fresh. Maybe our souls are the soil, and our lives are the buds of love. As with love, life needs time to become what it was meant to be; we just need to trust in our ability to become that reality.
“Youthfulness is about how vibrantly alive you are, not about when you were born.”
Without soul, life seems like a clinical, detached chemical and physical process. Like they say, we are all nothing but stardust. Remnants of the Big Bang. But what's the truth? Are we part of a higher design? Are we the claimants of superiority over everything else in the universe? Or have we got some supranational rights? I personally don’t feel that I am superior to anything else. My thoughts here; they connect with you. They connect us all through empathy and creativity. Rather, I feel I am one with the universe. A part of it all. Everything is part of me and I am part of everything.
“ I dreamed I was a butterfly, flying in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder, am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man?”
Chuang Tzu Tao
Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel.
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