As I (?) continue to push my mind to focus, I am, out of nowhere reminded of a conversation from a book -
"Are aliens smarter than us?"
"Not at all. They have a long way to go to attain the level of man...."
"well, how can they be less smart than us if they can do things Man can't do yet?"
"What is so surprising about that? Bees too make incredible structures out of natural materials, including whole ventilation and heating systems, but that does not mean they are superior to Man in intelligence. In this Universe, there is no one and nothing stronger than Man except God"
I cannot help but think that how easily we put our blinkers on, making assumptions and undermining our own innate ability to be the humans we were meant to be, not to be better than someone or something else but to be the best of what we can be, as individuals! As I continue to think, I realize that my coach is waaay ahead of me and unless I bring that mind back to the task on hand, I won't be able to keep up with her. Finally I begin to see the one point meditative state that people claim they feel when they run. One cannot allow mind to wander, no way if there is a destination in mind!
As I sit nursing my sore muscles, suspecting even a stress fracture, my mind is not able to contain the excitement it continues to feel. I am not sure if it is the excruciating pain I feel in the legs, the excitement of the Dussehra festivities, of having some friends over, that speech of Narendra Modi that I am watching with an ice pack around my leg, the thought that I should actually be attending a friend's dance performance instead, the surprisingly awesome spring like day with just the perfect temps, or that awesome Sunrise I could experience early in the morning and my most favorite song playing in the background, summing up perfectly the feelings I am going through with a simple "Aaaj phir jeene ki tamanna hai.....", but the plethora of sensations I feel are very overpowering.
I realize that I am not able to handle it all and I need a break, a good break from my over stimulated brain and as I close my eyes, all I see that baby pink balloon - yes the very same pink balloon that my DD had so happily got from her friend's birthday party, a couple of years ago. As we stepped out into the cold, snow covered yet clear February morning that day, all I remember is that balloon some how escaping my DD's hand and flying off into the skies, making a wave as it flew higher and higher, making me wonder about the freedom it is experiencing and the destination it might reach, the path it might take; all I could feel was pang as well as a sense of freedom and a clear moment of clarity. I have not had yet another clear moment of bliss than that morning and the feeling is clear still in me. With tears in my eyes but a with smile on my face, as I looked down at my DD, I realized that she was filled with tears too, but for a different reason. The mother in me took control immediately and we were back inside requesting a new balloon!
I look at my DD who is sitting with us, not understanding a word of what Modi is saying playing on her tablet, thinking of the balloon, thinking of the intensity of my day and all I can feel is....some days are like that only! Thank God, I have that pink balloon in my mind to help me through when I most need it!
Some days are like that only.....
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