One of our greatest cultural shortcomings I believe is that we do not encourage or teach our people how to feel and deeply explore feelings. Unfortunately dwelling in and deeply exploring our feeling is simply not an integral part of what we value as necessary for a good and healthy life. It was what I like to call "living in a fantasy world". One of the many consequences of this shortcoming is that we do not know our feelings or what causes them very well. If we are honest and ask ourselves why it is we want something we will discover that it is NOT the things or achievements we desire. We desire the feelings we imagine will come to us when we get the things and achievements we believe that we need! This is not to say that things and achievements don’t matter, but just what things will offer us genuine growth? what achievements will enable us to become more of what and who we truly are? We may never know unless we understand our feelings first and foremost. The other thing we need to understand about our feelings is that we have very little say in what we feel. We simply wake each day, and like the weather, feelings will be there. But just what they will be and how we will have to respond to and contend with them is something we must search out and discover. . . . . .or not. This like all things in life leaves us with a choice – we can either identify what we are feeling and build our life out from there; or ignore our feelings and act them out in unconscious, often destructive ways. A simple example is the common experience of going through life with feelings of worthlessness. To compensate we pursue money, recognition and esteem. Often we are quite successful at achieving these goals only to find our self feeling bored, exhausted and even more worthless than when we started out. We had the illusion that something could take these terrible feelings away, something could change us. Once we have achieved our dreams, reached our goals and still feel horrible we have no hope that anything will change the way we feel. Since it is always feelings we are after, why not then start with feelings? In other words, when we find ourselves wanting a thing – be it money, fame, romance, a lifestyle, whatever – why not ask ourselves why and how do we imagine getting what we want will change that? It can take a great deal of work, and we often have to shift some very primary gears and priorities in our psychological life, but once we are clear about why we want what we want, we can remove that thing or achievement from occupying the center of our attention, and put there in its stead the effort and energy that will allow us to work from where we are now toward what and where it is we would like to be. This is a different type of work – the work of feeling and NOT doing. It can be a profoundly disorienting work, especially at first – But it is the only choice that will displace our ongoing ignorance of the feeling life, and allow us access to its precious rewards, among which are self-knowing, emotional vitality and a sense of purpose. Indeed to put feeling first is nothing short of putting human “being” before human “doing” – in an ultimate effort to transform ourselves. Live life fully while you’re here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You’re going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don’t try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human. Peace and Love, Aditya
on a day like this…. As you grow old Time changes.. circumstances change.. values change.. priorities change.. perception changes.. people change.. relationships change.. life changes.. …..but memories remain.. unchanged, unaffected, intact.
from contemplation to action.
from action to experience.
from experience to realization.
from realization to maturity.
from dreams to reality.
from karma to destiny.
from conscious to subconscious.
from body to soul.
from illusion to awakening.
from seeking to sharing.
from passion to obsession.
from serendipity to relationships.
from ‘here & now’ to nostalgia.
from beginning to THE END…
Keith Richards once described silence as the canvas upon which the colors of music become art.
“A painter starts with a blank canvas, and as a musician, your canvas is silence. You don’t want to cover it all up. So if you know what you’re doing as a musician, you play the silences. You can’t fall into that trap of trying to get everything in and playing so fast. You have to take time and pace yourself. Otherwise, technically you may make people go ‘wow’, but it doesn’t make good music.”
Many of us try to fill our lives with sound – a television on in the background, an iPod in our ears, a radio on our commute, even “white noise” to put us to sleep. Sound is a beautiful thing.
However, in our pursuit of sound, I wonder if we have lost the discipline of silence. Perhaps some of us are even fearful of the silence? The movement of air across membranes at different frequencies often connects us to memories or emotions. Music is powerful. I wonder though, if sometimes we are afraid of what the silence might show us? We would rather cover up our pain or insecurity with sound than sit in the silence.
Silence is what makes music beautiful. Silence is not only the absence of sound – it is the presence of reflection. Silence is what allows for dynamics and motion in music – as well as in life. Silence is what has caused me to appreciate the sounds of my life – the laughter and tears, the songs and the screaming – that I too often take for granted.
The singular most defining moment in a man's life is not in the extravagant, but in the silence.
Silence not only gives motion to music, but it opens a door for us to hear the things we may be hiding from. Silence is its own language which we must learn to speak just as fluently as the language of sound. We must listen intently for the sound of silence.......
We all are in a rush, floating over rough roads, railed tracks and convex flyovers with the intermittent revolutions of circular wheels.
I sometimes sitting in these mobile machines, plugged into doping Rock & Roll, sometimes peek through the windows. The tracks are laden with varied vehicles, running by the help of there circular legs. The speed varies as the number of mobiles increase “traffic” we call it, a simplistic definition that captures the density and state on the road. Everyone of them placed like a jigsaw puzzle on the track, but this state of synchrony soon gets disturbed by some unruly un-regimented machines. What comes out as a result is a Jam; a name synonymous with stillness, commotion and frustration.
But it is the motion that amazes us not stillness. As humans we craves for change, evolution, revolution, innovation. Seems there is some action in these letters "tion” ...
Sitting idyllically for a while, hoping my watch needle drives me out of this stillness.... The Jam clears.
In the rhythm again…
The mellifluous cadence and high notes start flowing through my ear buds, I give a squinting glance through the bus's mirror and watch over the moving, the vehicles appear like static boxes moving in constant relativist motion to each other. But I lower my eyes at the circling wheels, they push me into a state of activity .
Rolling over… embossing rubber traces on the charcoal clad roads like footprints on wet soil. Their spirit excites me, oscillating with each strand in tipsy-turvy motion like the endless circle of karma; all firmly dictated by the firm axle. Jumping over rugged pot holes, bruising themselves over rough roads; and still maintaining their indomitable spirit of rolling .
With the musical rhapsody gently absorbing the inside of my ears and sights of the dance of spirited wheels, I stay calm; a feeling of satisfaction and an emotional high grips me.
Can non living objects in turnstile motion inspire you?
Circular rings of steel circumscribed by an inflated ring of rubber... Maybe I am insane!
Or maybe we humans just crave for a moment of happiness and a cheer.
Cheers!
Incomplete silence
layers
and melody
Incomplete loss
time
and totality
Incomplete lies
spaces
and me
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Falling short of something is a strange feeling. You are not sure whether you should be happy about the fact that you made it so far, or crash down thinking that it was so close. Incomplete is a perceptive word. Half full, is also at the same time half empty.
There is a silence that sometimes engulfs me between thoughts and its incompleteness leave me wondering. Its neither a silence of wordlessness nor that of thoughtlessness. Its something in between, just hanging there. And I am not sure what lies beyond....