Sweet Surrender?....

What makes us who we are...
The soul..the mind...the heart..
I often find myself struggling to get an insight into these elements...
Are we prisoners to how they choose to be, or do we have the power to control them....

The soul is created by God..inherently good...I suppose that’s also where your conscience comes from. The soul is in itself independent of us when its poured into our bodies they say....it does evolve over time, how we treat it..our actions..tend to mold it and shape it into the individual soul we tag, as ours.

The mind is the practical force behind our decisions. It prominently pertains to what one must do, conscious of our duties and obligations. In the eyes of the world it is indeed the wise one and always tells us the right thing to do. However the right thing to do isn’t necessarily always the best thing to do, now is it. One might derive pleasure of the knowledge of having fulfilled all expectations of one, however beyond one point these are just duties in accordance to societal norms and our own material well being, and deep down inside appears this streak of resentment.

Sometimes we feel things...and are unaware of their existence. They might just not be too blatantly in your face to be able to acknowledge them. At times we don’t want to believe they exist and adopt an escapist attitude. And sometimes we simply don’t have an explanation for them, for they are contradictory to what our mind and soul tell us. The ways of the heart have to be one of the most complicated ones to understand, yet have the power to change the world if given a chance.

At various junctures of our lives, we often face a dilemma where we have to decide between choosing what we want to do, or what we know we should do. It is most amusing how I often find myself standing at this junction, now quite familiar to me. Makes me wonder whether I have an extremely eventful life, too eventful for my own good, or is it some kind of seemingly sadistic series of events predestined for me, with wiser undertones too follow, that I am as yet certainly unaware of. I do not think that I have in someway mastered the art of steering my life towards the right routes, or have become enlightened by the touch of some fairy dust. Time and again, I have fallen, gotten up, brushed the dust off my elbows and learnt to move on, having gathered to take along with me the remains of moss on my jeans, some cuts, and bruises, to remind me of how I got there.

The mind is indeed the safer option, for it conforms to societal norms and is conducive to immediate appreciation. Going against the waters is not a task fit for all. Only those who possess a sincere cause and motivation hold the power to be able to pull it off. Such are the ones who abide by the laws of the heart. It is unfair to draw these boundaries and somehow try to judge people in attempt to categorize them, for there are always shades of grey, or maybe I simply do not want to believe I’m not one of the latter. Yet something tells me my sky isn’t all dark and cloudy.
One must give due respect to all of these driving forces. They are all apart of us, and right in their own way, a part of them holds their individual traits, a part of them is what they have evolved into as possessed by us...at the end of the day, our part is really reconciling the various contradictions, for which there is no right and wrong, but very a individualistic and subjective a task in nature. Living in this world, and not just living but striving to do the best in whatever you do, one must adhere to the societal set up to some extent. It is not a shallow or weak thing to do, as long as you are aware of what you are doing. The heart is indeed not to be ignored. Yet only when there exists an immense desire to pursue its interest, or strong enough to cause overt discontentment if u act on the contrary, is when one feels compelled to give in to the heart. Unless one possesses the power to take it through, it is not wise to play with matters of the heart, for its delicate intricacies extend way beyond the sphere of explanation.

I still am not aware whether I have waded my way through the swamp and found answers to my questions, for I still feel damp, and cold. From the sight of it, it’s still a few hours from dawn. However I do feel like I know myself a little better, than I did when I walked into this place. We are not prisoners to our soul, mind and heart, for I feel no shackles around my ankles and wrists. However it is not even the other way round. We have a part to play in what we make of them...and once they are there...all that is in our hands is how we learn to work with them.....

I often feel like a tiny drop in the sea...a tiny drop not willing to let itself be part of the ocean, swimming within, trying to find its own waters...the crystal clear, glittery blue ones...do they exist? Maybe not...but the quest makes life worthwhile, aright ;)