“Yes, it is just the time. It will pass. Things will be fine. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I will breakdown. No, it is just a fear of the unknown and doubting your own capabilities. You know you have always been strong. You have always been told, you were the perfect example of hard work, dedication and commitment. Then how come, you feel like you will ever be knocked down by time?”
You can be deceived. Human mind is very devious and can come up with designs that can easily ensnare you. Still, you have the similar weapon of planning and pre planning to combat the schemes of any other brain. It is hard to extricate yourself from the tightly coiling cords of relations around you. The relations we develop with our environment, with each and every thing around us. The ties we tie with living and the non-living alike. At times these knots of matrimony to the wealth and material of this earth , become vise like, tightening around our necks and making it difficult to breathe and sustain any longer.
The gripping hand of lust in the garb of love, conceit in the attire of philanthropy, deceit in the form of etiquettes, holds us paralyzed from our necks. The fear of an assumed humiliation, the insecurity from being labeled as normal and regular, and the insatiable urge to be praised for the superfluity of our existence, keeps us on our toes. We strive for a better designer line, higher rank, the latest automobile, the most expensive gadget, and the most desirable location for a temporary abode, which is as unpredictable as the next breath on a ventilator.
The above mentioned colloquium with self is the everyday story of those, running at the fastest pace and piling around them, the corrigenda devoid of any corrected errors. In a psych clinic, it is the norm. People stop by for the ‘sessions’, unwind, take of the baggage from their shoulders for the time being, lay it open in front of the shrink, and before leaving the clinic, grab the rucksack, strap it back to their shoulders and leave, hardly ever forgetting to clutter up the junk back into the ever burdening knapsack.
Clients or random people can not be helped unless they decide to switch priorities. Unless, an individual takes the initiative to throw back the gripping hand of avarice and greed away from him , it will keep tugging at the noose of rapacity around his neck. We need to break loose from this grip. We need to free our necks from the strong foothold of covetousness.
It is very simple, but at the same time requires a stepwise progress to freedom. It begins with letting go. Let go of the feeling of inadequacy if you do not own the best house, or the best car, or the best rank, or anything that somebody else has and you don’t. Remember, the covetousness can turn into an ever living, insatiable monster that ultimately starts to rule your life and keeps a firm gripping hand on your neck, never letting you stop to breathe and never actually allowing you to LIVE. Be awry of little desires, which initially appear as benign, but gradually transform into the malignancies ruining societies and generations.