Take a moment. Breathe Deep as long and deep as possible. Loosen your body. Slowly, let your breath go.
By letting go, not only the tension of the entire day but an inner knot of lethargy is undone.
Relaxation. It is the physical path of liberation.
We give so much time to things, that have no inner connotation with ourselves, we forget our own needs.
Work, Study, or even entertainment, there is a limit to how much we can be continuously engaged into.
Take a break, let your mind refresh, it is the psyche path of liberation
As human beings, once upon a time, to define the natural forces of nature, we bestowed divinity to those forces. There were times when we could neither understand nor control the external forces which changed the life not only of our own but the entire community we are deeply related to. We gave them the names of gods, demons, and spirits. Fear, the primitive emotion of the caveman psyche led us to the pacification of those divinities with the sacrifice of life not of our own on an auspicious day that became ritual to this day. As one who walks the path of atheist, the path of liberation is the path of freedom of the mindset where gods exist no more. It is the path by the trailblazer, Nitsche, "God is Dead"
Liberation, it refers to freedom. Though part of humanity freed itself from the shackles of gods, we are unable to free ourselves from our own delusions, the superiority or inferiority complex we have inherited from the previous generation. We have a deep-rooted postcolonial mindset where white is superior to yellow or dark skin. Though Nepalese culture has reached the stage where such is not evident, deep down we prefer the whiteness of skin to be superior. Like how the world-famous boxer Ali questioned, Why everything is white?
Though our fellow brothers and sisters have liberated themselves from the dark ages of slavery and women inequality, we have sadly not liberated our mindset, the belief that we are superior or inferior to someone different from ourselves, be it the color of skin, gender, social/financial status, power and most importantly the identity we identify ourselves as.
While we are separating ourselves from the rest of the pack, as someone unique and superior or inferior, we may also be creating walls that create the boundary between "we", separating into "me" with the selfish gene taking over, we will be human without humanity.
The path of liberation is the path of open-mindedness. Unlike the monkey mind, which steals away when a chance comes, the human mind is that which shares.
There are many ways in the path of liberation. One of the hardest but simplest is the path of love. Love, its depth, and breadth are endless. It is the progenitor of life and the reason for any sacrifice. Love can transcend the world into heaven on earth or leave behind ashes of destruction. As liberation implies freedom, it is love that is the beacon guiding us through the unpredictable life. It liberates us but at the same time when we are attached to the object we love, we suffer. It is a double-edged sword, and being imperfect we become vulnerable to the physical desires and in the weakness of the monkey mind, we stray away from the path of liberation to the path of thrall.
Yet the more we risk, the more it is worth. Besides, one reason why we stray is that we love for ourselves, embracing selfish love. Perhaps, it is not for us we should be loving, we might love someone to get rid of the emptiness of someone's heart. Perhaps...
Perhaps, we need to liberate ourselves from our own selves.
Do what we fear, delimit the physical limitations, walk another mile when we "think" we cannot
Take a deep breath, walk in front and talk to the crowd, even if we sweat flows like rivulet on the backside with the stutter in the speech tingled with nervousness
Prepare and give exams with confidence, even if you have failed thrice of thrice
Liberation starts from self, a willingness to go take a step before another until we stride with assurance
Assurance from many failures and success few yet precious
We listen not just hear the melodies of different harmonies
We see not just watch the beauties that come in colors beyond white and black
We talk not simply speak words of meaning rich engrained with the purpose of mind
We live not merely survive to the fullest life so lived and shared
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