Saturday 29 December 2012

Reflections

Love doesn't expect. It accepts. You fall in love with something that you see or feel, not what you would like to see.

Interaction with a person happens across several levels. We get to know someone. We're struck by what we  see first. Not looks, but the vibe or the aura of the person. And when we feel drawn by it, we fall in love with that person. And unwittingly create a judgement of the person and put them in a frame we made for them. Now that person has a definition inside our head.

A few levels later, we've gotten to know the person much more. And also taught them what we think of them. On many an occasion, one learns more about oneself, or at least what others think of one, when one learns of others' definition of one. And on twice as many an occasion, that definition starts bothering one. The definition restricts. It confines. It insults.

The definition is a picture of how much of your personality matters to the other party. The frame cannot be adjusted, widened or altered in any way. Once you exhibit a thought, action or emotion not included in the frame you're considered as not being yourself.

But does there exist something as not being oneself? Every action is a result of one's thoughts. And one's thoughts are one's own. They are our assessments of our situations, products of our experiences and observations and an outcome of our conscious and subconscious thought process.

What stands out in us at first meeting need not necessarily be the representative of every experience or emotion we've had or are capable of having. The first impression may be the best, but it's not complete or all-informing. To restrict a person's thinking or emotional capability is to dishonor the person's character. It is demeaning to perceive it as something shallow, keeping the parts that please us and discarding the rest.

What one can feel is something that can't be defined or put in a frame. Different experiences evoke different reactions and feelings in us. To tell one that one isn't being oneself is to be selfish and not trouble ourselves with the rougher patches.

And love has never been selfish. Love always gives. It is the fittest synonym for selflessness. Love doesn't come at the cost of making a person feel shallow or insulted. It doesn't gloss over the ugly things. Love doesn't expect. It accepts.

Loving one's own self happens when no frames are formed or existing ones are broken. To define who we are now, where we want to be or what we want to achieve is healthy and perhaps even necessary. But to define in essence what we are allowed to be and what we want to be to fit others' definitions of us or please others is to cage ourselves. It is to prevent ourselves from exploring and experiencing, most importantly of other things, fulfillment and self-satisfaction and in turn loving ourselves. 

Monday 3 December 2012

INSIDE

I didn't have to wait too long. And I didn't just get a sign, I got all the answers.

A lone lamppost stood at the turn. During the day, it bathed in the Sun and in the evening gave light. 
It did its duty fine and gay.
But the passing days settled on it dust and grime.
The dirt didn't let it enjoy the Sun or give light like before.
Its spirits fell.
Then one evening came the rain
Washing away the dirt.
It came for the lamppost
For the lamppost had called to it in dire need.
The lamppost found its light again
And went back to what it loved the most:
Loving itself.

That's pretty much the story of how I got my answers.

Sunday 2 December 2012

Where's the light?

Right now, this moment, I feel like doing exactly what Elizabeth Gilbert does at the beginning of "Eat Pray Love" : breakdown on the bathroom floor. And the same question resonates in my head "How did I end up here?"
I've known myself for quite some time now having spent almost 18 years with myself. And of all the people I've met, I've been the hardest for me to understand. I feel like I have a third person view of myself at times, looking from another dimension and thinking "Is this what I am? And what exactly am I?"
The questions are endless. But I seem to be facing a blind alley when I look for the answers.
What exactly are we? What the society thinks of us? What people who matter to us think of us? Or what we think of ourselves? And in what way are we supposed to think of ourselves?
And for me the question that seems to be nibbling at my mind is "Are my opinions of certain things influenced by the opinions of people who matter to me?"
My view is mine and I stand by what I believe in, but am I too flexible in some situations? And is that bad?

"Being in two minds" is what I seem to be experiencing now. There's one part of my mind that wants to throw out a certain element and there's the other where that element is firmly lodged and is hard for me to throw out. If there's a solution to this, I'm yet to find it.

On lookout for a sign.