GET BUSY LIVING, OR GET BUSY DYING
“We don’t see things
as they are,
we see them as we
are.”
—
Anaïs Nin
This
morning, I met an old friend after several years. When he told me where he
presently lived, I exclaimed, “Wow, that’s one of the most prominent locations.”
“That’s what
everyone says; but, not we who live there,” my friend said.
The building, as
I said, was located at one of the most expensive areas. The ground floor housed
luxurious clothing and jewelry brands. Each floor had just one huge flat… Each
flat owner possessed a matching car, as well…
Then, why was my
friend saying, “but, not we who live there”?
My friend explained:
“Ours may be a hot property and we may be owing flats worth several crores… But, the irony is, that we can possess only
one car even if we can afford to own more… To park our cars, to get them out
and to get them in… it’s our daily challenge. Then, there is noise, dust, and endless
honking… Visitors have to park their cars almost a mile away and come walking…
We dread to think of the emergency situations… My family is seriously thinking
of moving somewhere else.”
Earlier this morning,
another friend of mine, whose husband held a ‘prominent’ position in one of the
coveted companies, wrote this in her message:
“Wanted to give
you this update: We have just moved to interior Pune. My husband has had enough
of corporate life and wanted to break.”
Prominent, lucrative,
luxurious, coveted, expensive… honestly, these are only labels we give to our
possessions based on how we view our lives, and what we deeply value…
During
the explosive Gen-Z protests in Delhi and elsewhere in the country, we, suddenly,
found inside our own house heated arguments… Our house –- yes, it housed only
three of us… my wife, our young son, and this 68-year-old man. Each of us had a
rocky belief and, accordingly, we were arguing as to how things had to be… But,
amidst all this heated discussion, we were not able to – rather, willing to -- keep
aside our respective perspective and see things from a quieter perspective… The
world appeared, through our rigid lenses, either pitch black or pristine white…
No one conceded…
Inside our house, or outside…
No one was
willing to heal, or get healed…
“If it’s so
difficult for three people inside their own house to see the situation in a
saner, calmer and accommodating way, how on earth, could one expect a nation of
140 crores to do it?”… I really wondered.
The next
morning, in our three-member family group, our young son left this old reminder
for his parents:
Yes Sir, when
our defenses are down and our hearts are open, we are able to understand why
the wise have said, that our perspectives can be either our prisons, or our
passports.
GERALD D’CUNHA
Pic’s.: 1. Pixabay.com 2. Unknown/
Video: TNT
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