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
" Conviction is the aura of subjective truth, a man so willingly breathes..." Prayer is the foundation of faith. And it so exists, in the sincerity of a mortal's breath; long, deep, and contemplative. You may visualize life in its relentless pursuit of the fulfillment of never-ending drives; food that intermittently sates the hunger, sleep that quietly rests the fragile body, the applied knowledge that nails purpose in the fidgety mind, fiery sex that frees the spirit from its inherent mortal trapping for a while, more or less. It is breath, and the process of breathing, in its steady depth, the prayer of mortal discovers consistency...that atheist sighs and yields willingly unto his faith of faithlessness. If you are wondering who that atheist is, obviously that ignoble person albeit hypocritical, is none other than me, the author of this ruminating writing Yes, an "Atheist". and not a day goes by, that I do not pray . ...
Before assigning a gender given by nature (or changed later) or a name by your parents (biological or otherwise), why not delve deeper for once, and truly ask yourself. " Who am I...?" Here are some inspirations for the inquiry to be as meaningful as intended: Time Time is the witness of history, light-bearer of truth. It is the only power that can give justice to the I, defining in the entirety of what I was, as I am cannot fully recall even my obscure genealogy including what I will be, my pedigree... "I was..." A sum of memories of past; success and failures both, of happiness and sadness and boredom in-between, I was once naïve and young yet I remember those times most, for they are unburdened by the questions when time takes all the innocence and the world wants us to take responsibility for ourselves "I am..." Present, fully immersed in the reality of 'now'. I relive my past and can laugh at its foolishness. I make plans for my 'future...
The end . All beginnings start from there. There is no BS, no excuses, no nothing's. With all the social anxiety enveloping the consciousness, we are never true to our self , to the ego to which we owe our entire puny existence, each breath, every moment spent to its eventual next. Thus, the end is not an option but a necessity. It is the forgiveness for all our grandiose mistakes we have realized but nobody cared. It is the boredom in the cacophony of human noise celebrating life and congratulating their momentary achievement to themselves. It is logical, that applause. Yet is it only me or what, it feels hollow, a truly brittle sham. Only for the good time, the celebration lasts unlike tragedy that is heavier than this body of yours and mine that contains the existence called life And that life needs to end End only ending is where a new beginning blossoms For it is death that gives meaning to life For it is darkness where light shines brightest In the polarity...
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