Mirage! That's all it.
There is restlessness all around! We are on a verge to prove
who we are— some follow the path dictated for generations, some mould their way
to the unknown leaving behind insecurities.
The former leads a life in
symbiosis, yet there is an unusual agitation that keeps rolling in mind— the urge
to stand up to expectation, the urge to gift smile, the urge to protect, and
the urge to be a role model, all seems to stack up the burden of being.
Knowingly or unknowingly we fathom into the web of
entanglement; nevertheless, the mind peek-a-boos through the void created through
the conflict between the soul and the projection of the world around—like the
song of a cage bird, where things are known but longed for still.
The conflicting mind shoves us towards the goal without knowing—what
the goal is? Where do we strive to reach? Is it the illusion of “we” around us
or is it the insecure “I” that we contemplate?
The world syncs with every thought we are tuned in, every
event in life stems from nothingness; every soul is the benefactor of its being.
With the veil of insecurities removed, the need of expectation and attachment
practically fades.
You are no longer under the spell of proving yourself— in fact,
there is nothing to prove, every circumstances alongside consciousness flows
relentlessly in your favor, because you provide life the life you behold and it
cannot work against you.
