The path was mine….

There were a thousands of different paths, which left me perplexed, which path should I chose? Actually I was already on a path, the path which was chosen for me by others, the path which I thought was meant for me. A skirmish started in my mind, it was unable to satisfy itself with the offerings of that path, its thirst for knowledge was not getting mollified on that path.

 

There were lots and lots of disagreements happening in my mind as I traveled further on that path, the more I walked the more I was persuaded to change my course. I saw people made of sand, living in houses made of sand, giving more value to gold. It was a little difficult to comprehend. What is mine, I asked myself, the land on which I live, is that mine? Who gave it to me? of course my ancestors had it for years, but who was the true owner?

 

I saw people living on roads, without any permanent house, they were thrashed from one place to another. I wondered who gave us the special benefits which they don’t have, the land for me was for everyone who was born on it. I saw people killing each other, maligning each other, for what? Money and property. Who gave them the license to do that? How can they be so egregious?

 

When I observed, I found out the truth. They had a license, they had god with them. Every day they went to worship him, asking for clemency. And they actually believed that they were exonerated by god. That whole path was disconcerting me, my mind felt as if it was in a jail, caged forever. Its hunger for reason was not getting any food of knowledge, the curiosity was ready to commit suicide.

 

Before anything bad happened, I decided to get away from that ocean of illusions, to enter in to a world, which was unknown but had the resources to accommodate my inquisitiveness with deference. There was no path there, I was anxious about where to go. I made my mind the despot, and followed every order it gave me.

 

I was scared, but satisfied. As I moved on, I was able to feel the mysteriousness of life, the beauty of questioning.

The land, the air and the sky were not mine, yet they let me be in them, play with them. But I was most thrilled with the fact that at least the path was mine.