Ever tried noticing the things around you a little too closely? I just did. Read on!
Situation: I have an article to write but, the motivation level runs at 0 currently. I am bored, sleepy and a little deaf. I am looking all around for that ‘spark’. All I notice is a whole lot of mess around me.
Spark: The brain bulb glows and the static electricity creates an aura around my head. “Write about the mess!” “Write about the mess!” – An inner voice says. Paulo Coelho says that one should always listen to one’s inner voice. Did he really say that? Or is it just me? I don’t know. I always have the habit of coming up with lines that would make me feel profound. This was on such try.
Caution: I am feeling a little philosophical.
Mess and life: The mirror in front of me is distracting. It’s like this hot guy sitting right across you, when your dad is trying hard to teach you a few of life’s lessons. Love, now who can avoid that?
The black Krishna sitting across me is watching all my moves. He is Omni-present and Omni-potent. Belief, what’s life without that? (No, I did not mean that the statue is a mess. By mess here I mean the things around me. No offence to Krishna or anyone else)
The one liter bottle is giving the half liter bottle an insulting smirk. I find that offensive. I smack the bigger bottle, to teach him some manners. Values make the human. Not the power, not the appearance.
The fishes swim gaily around in the tiny bowl. Learn to swim. It’s one of those easy activities that could make any human feel almost super-natural.
My earphones lie all messy. The charger placed near it is tangled with it. Choose the right company. It’s pivotal.
I just figured that there is a small stool under my table. My aching legs just found solace. Be helpful. It always comes back to you.
Two chairs sit facing each other. Solve problems, face-to-face. I am learning to do this as well. It’s never too late.
My stockings lay intertwined with each other and sway with the pleasant breeze. Let love always be busy, never bored and enjoy dancing together. It’s a connection that can never go wrong.
The curtains are semi-visible. Be open, but never unnecessarily available.
The iron-box lies curled in one corner. Use as little space as possible. The more space you take, the more of a nuisance you become.
The dustbin’s lid is closed tightly. Keep your dirt to yourself. Don’t spread it around.
The turtle wind chimes make a pleasant sound. Love music. No medicine is more powerful.
The tube light spreads equal amount of light to every part of the room. Be fair. Be just. Be equal.
So little things around, and they teach me so much about life and the way to be. Do I really need self-development books? Do I really need a preacher to show me the right way? No, it’s all around me. All it takes is some time and some observation.
Moral of the story: Observe everything. Respect every lesson. Admire each object. Take your time. Love, despite everything. Nothing can go wrong. Life was actually meant to be right. We all just got too busy to notice that.