The Story of Self-Discovery
It was Sunday.
It was early morning.
I woke up leisurely from my bed. I walked straight to the window. The weather was warmly welcoming. I had no engagement. I had enough time to explore. Explore self which I had not done for long. I pulled the cane chair and positioned it in front of the window…to witness the panoramic view.
I sat down to find out where I stand in my life…the irony.
I was trying to unearth myself.
I was trying to reflect on my work.
I was trying to question my assumptions.
I was trying to comprehend my proposition on life.
I was sitting in front of the window of my room facing the lovely valley of flowers…I could feel the beauty of nature, I could see the butterfly flying with ease and grace, I could fathom the symbiotic connection between the nectar of flowers and the need of butterflies to suck those nectar. Not one but many colourful butterflies in the backdrop of clear sky. I could feel the whiff of breeze that ruffled the silent treaty, the flowers were shaken and the butterflies started fluttering. I could smell the purity of nature. I could hear the silence of sound. I was looking outside but I was watching a movie inside, a movie of self-discovery, a story on self.
Though life records the happenings of life but the designer of life had thought otherwise, a wise decision and had not given the rewind button in our hands, it is the automatic forward button with no option for manual control. The control is programmed. Life is a reflection of the reality in nature. I knew it but I was not ready to accept it. I was ignoring the free teaching from nature at my own peril. I was taking it for granted. I was taking the nature’s teaching as preaching. I hated preaching. I was committing a blunder. I was fortunate to have ridden the mercy of nature. Not once but many times. It was high time to stop the free ride. I have seen the fury of nature and I have seen what nature can do if I don’t learn the lessons of life.
It was the day.
It was the day to acknowledge.
It was the day to truly reflect.
It was the day to change my perspective.
It was the day to start writing these story of self-discovery.
I was trying to spot the music from the wealth of sound that gets generated from the instruments of nature…the sounds of chirping birds and the sounds of roaring animals, the sound waves that emanates from the oscillating friction of wind and wood. The clear sky changes with the changing hues of the sky from dawn to dusk, the vast canvas for our imagination to go wild and wonder in the wilderness. It’s the wonderland.
I was sitting in solitude and I was silently observing and absorbing the little movements that matters to nature, suddenly I realized that I was disconnected. I was disconnected from self. It was time to connect with nature. As I was trying to connect with self and to script a story of self-discovery, I was slowly but certainly getting connected with the inner world.
Though I was lost, but I was happy that I was lost in the right direction.
I knew I had to change my world and I knew that I have to change my use of words inside me and the world outside me will change automatically. I was inspired by the subtle changes in nature I was witnessing through the windows of my room, the room of love that I was harbouring in my heart. I had never composed myself to care and cuddle the sense and sensibilities of my senses.
Listening to the silence of sound, watching the splendor of colors, feeling the power of touch and smelling the fragrance of rustic nature…it was a magical coincidence, all human senses were there in active mode, all working at the same frequency to connect and converse with the soul and I was trying to embrace the symphony of senses attempting to strike a perfect chord. It was truly soul-stirring and I was unlocking all the buried treasures lying low and unknowingly unused.
It was a moment of epiphany for me.
It is here and I was searching everywhere.
I have discovered the structure of my story but plotting the real life story is the real challenge, I was about to think through, there was that familiar knock in the door and I had to move away from the window…it was interval time.
Watch out for next Sunday.