I love you but I will not get you the diamond ring you saw on someone else's finger . I won't chase mirages for you because that will only feed your agony. Because the moment you are there, you will realize there is no water, it's the hot sand , that, like the mediocrity of this chase, keeps your feet restless. And your truth is never in reflection of others' dreams.
Perhaps , the people for whom we harbor an envy, or malicious intent are the ones we think, are capable of great happiness. People look at it as a bad quality , but envy , to me is an almost innocent emotion. As children we are openly envious. With time we hide our feelings because between the moment when we cried at the top of our voice, contorting our face and calling for attention for the last time and the first time we cried in silent sobs , hiding our face in our hands , we all grew up. And growing up , to a great extent , is about keeping appearances.
So what to do about a heart that is intent on deriving pain from what others have instead of seeking happiness in what it has itself. The people who are satisfied with ordinary explanations find it sufficient to hate the people they are envious of . But for the one for whom the desire for truth is greater than the desire for false comfort , envy is an affliction, a known enemy, and an ugly reflection in the mirror. No amount of philosophy can talk you out of it. Because competing against others has had a biological imperative. Of which envy is the child.
Perhaps in those moments this realization is important that The happiness you get from being a victor in a competition is only transitory. The next morning, the defeated has another chance to shine, and there is no end to the competitors as your eyes scan the horizon of possibilities. So is it worthwhile to be consumed by the desire to better ? When it is not even a realistic end. This futile competition that consumes us , can only be beaten , by not being a part of it. By realising at every moment what you are here to contribute , by being happy without measuring yourself up against others in society's eyesight. Only then can you create , be genuine , inspire , and do justice to the gift of your existence that is bound to wilt otherwise.
Wednesday, 19 July 2017
Mirage
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