LIFE AND THE CHALLENGE OF UNCERTAINTY

Will you make the ends meet?

I play with my 8-month-old nephew every day.

I make sure to take out time to reciprocate the unconditional love and trust he showers on me.

I was captivated by his innocent eyes, while I reflected on the journey of writing these entries every day.

Like the fragility of the child in my lap, I utterly fail to frame these writings into “Do this, you will get this”.

And then a feeling dawned if I would survive the waves of absolute themes that are presented on Medium.

But isn’t life all about this question?

Don’t we contemplate the fact that will we make it to the end of the month with our needs, wants and desires?

When I handed over the baby to his mother, it was time for me to live what I preach.

To save my skin from hypocrisy.

Take one more leap into the unknown, and walk an unbeaten path one more time.

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Life is fragile, your existence in the world and your relationship with life are fragile.

Amid the storm of uncertainty, we live up to survive and face the challenges every day.

We solve many problems, which propels life as we face it with an open heart and open mind with utmost enthusiasm.

Many things in life are fragile and full of uncertainty.

We can’t be sure of the future of anything.

Never, Anymore.

We survive the seedlings of our efforts, we survive and grow despite adversities.

The blossom of your flowers and fruits survives too. Only to fade away.

Does it have to be this way?

That’s the spirit of life I guess.

We fall in love and fall back to life out of love.

We forget to love the life.

But life never forgets to remind us of its impermanence.

Can we remind ourselves about the uncertainty? Can we remind us to remember who we are and where we come from?

Standing in the storm might not be the purpose of these writings. But by flowing in the stream of consciousness and going where it takes itself, myself and the audience can be regarded as the goal.

Goal, if there is any goal, there is no goal.

But I don’t want to put you in Limbo.

It is also true that I cannot walk with you where you are going. I can only meet you where you will arrive.

That’s the beauty of this path and the crux of the journey. We walk our own paths and reach the same destination.

This is an occasion indeed, though.

To contemplate the fragility and its strength to survive the storms of uncertainty and cyclones of impermanence.

There is a way to be Silent when all the world around you is busy making noise.

Innocence

Become more sensitive and embrace your innocence.

I have spread thin many times and life has shown me its corny face many times.

I always embraced innocence over wittiness.

I always chose to learn a lesson, rather than teaching one.

I always trusted my enemy to be incompetent to drop his weapon when faced with innocence.

To fight my innocence, I had to train my enemy well.

So that he could become more compassionate and less passionate about understanding innocence with naivety and ignorance towards the absolutes.

Scriptures are carved on stone, life is drawn on the sand. Fragile.

Be innocent. It is a beautiful way of being.

Be naive, and you will spare yourself from understanding the ego mind.

Let innocence shape your decision, I promise you, that it will be as pure as God\’s will.

Empty and Open Bag

I have a past lover who has found disappointment in me.

He always carries a Tibetan Bag that can hold up to 10kgs in it.

The bag is always hung on his shoulder leaning his stature to the right.

It is always zipped and he never adds or takes out anything from it.

We all carry a bag. Mind.

Many will put things and take things from your bag.

Keep it open when someone gives, let it be empty when someone takes from it.

The emptiness is always filled with something and something can always be replaced by something.

The open bag is an invitation for someone to take something from you, so that you can again become empty.

You are empty.

The bag is filled with stuff and emptied. Your mind is filled with thoughts and emptied.

You are not your mind, you are not the bag.

You are not your thoughts, You are not the stuff in the bag.

Detached from the bag you are free. The stuff in the bag will not determine where you go and the bag will not restrict you from rejoicing and dancing out of joy.

The joy of nothing in particular.

Joy.

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