Today I realised that people always don't mean what they say and say what they mean. It is up to us to understand the meaning behind their words and act accordingly. But what if we understand them wrongly? Then it is our turn to get surprised when we finally realise what they always meant. So how do you understand what somebody actually means? I don't know. I have failed in analysing people and admitting it is a great step towards losing my ego. But the lesson also turned out to be quite hurtful. After all, falling is quite natural for those who walk, right?
'Caught in a strange land in a net with other butterflies, I'm a caterpillar yet undecided to remain a caterpillar and perish or turn into a beautiful butterfly and live a life full of joy.' Readers don't laugh. But I came up with this one night recently when I was travelling in a train. I tossed and turned, not being able to sleep, upset over unexplainable things and frustrated over events not in my control. Then it occurred to me that our life and its usefulness depends on our decisions -- whether to remain a crawling caterpillar whose existence otherwise is either ignored by all and sundry or who is cursed for just being there and thrown out with a stick, or to develop wings of life and metamorphose into a beautiful butterfly whom everybody adores for its beauty and colour, for its flitting liveliness, for its service to the flower's pollination... I thought that I should be a butterfly, of service to others, but then again I thought, anyway, who really cares?
... the singularly most important person one has to understand is oneself! ... when one completely understand ones true universal self, one could see through everyone else too ... conversely, if one hasn't understood ones own values, motives, fears & powers within, how could one understand the others objectively?
ReplyDelete... keep walking, never mind falling, for, the fun is in the journey enriched by our own fallings-&-risings ...