These past few days while my voice here has been silent, my mind has been working overtime. A wise monk once said that we have been given two ears, two eyes yet one mouth for a very special reason. We must see and hear more; talk less. I have finally decided to pay heed to wisdom and that’s what I have been up to – listening, observing and maintaining silence. While it would sound so profound if I were to confess that I have also managed to achieve inner silence, it would also be a lie. All has been chaotic inside. Too many thoughts, too many unanswered questions and too much of information to deal safely with.
However, amidst all this disarray there has been a moment of clarity. A revelation, if you will. We are all struggling to find out who we are, and in this futile attempt we tend to latch on to the first label that seems most aesthetically appealing. Thus, there are those who would not put in the hours yet think it their absolute right to claim the credit of the work done. In fact, if one were to listen to them, it would seem that they had in fact done the “doer” an act of kindness by allowing them to finish the chore. This is a very commonly occurring phenomenon. Why is it so? Maybe because they don’t want to accept the label that comes with the kind of temperament that they have. Being a doer of actions is so much more exotic than admitting that you’d rather just sit and watch the world go by.
While everyone is trying to fit in to some obscure label concocted by the society, I sit and wonder – who are we fooling anyways? Ultimately, the main question will forever be unanswered. Who am I?