MIGHTY ME
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Since childhood, I have heard
about the Almighty. I always pictured Him someone or something very mighty,
very big, immense and obviously larger than life. Once I was thinking about
something and suddenly I saw an ant, walking past me in her own thoughts, with
her own pace and her own passion for life. I stopped her, blocked her path,
changed her trajectory, added a mass upon her, drew a thin line of water in
front of her and observed her response. It was not very different from ours,
when we face the same thing. All of a sudden, I felt like the mighty image of
myself portrait on the canvas of childhood memories. So, how is it? God is
someone so huge that we can’t see him? If I am living in one of the colonies of
ant, I may never understand the circumference of a single human room, forget
about the house or the city or the state or the country or earth or solar
system and so on. I guess you understand what I am trying to convey. So, it all
seems so relative to me. Nothing in this universe is absolute. The mere
definition of absolute needs some parameters to define. Everything is so
relative that we can’t imagine the existence of a single entity without the
help of anything else. Try defining darkness without knowing the meaning of
light. If you can’t, ask a blind person. So, the absence of an entity is the
definition of the presence of other. How ironically identical a concept to what
may be called as the creation of vacuum in a high density atmosphere.
It’s not just the physical
entities which has a relative flavor in itself, think about the abstract
feelings. Sadness is just the absence of happiness. A sad person can never
define sadness, because he don’t know happiness. Sadness is the only key
element he is aware of and hence a wrong definition from the perspective of a
sane person understanding the presence and absence of happiness. But again, the
frame of reference is different. Sometimes what is happiness for a particular
soul tends to be the reason for the gloomy patch on his heart which he has to
carry throughout his life. Every time I think of the definition of relative and
absolute, I end up admiring the beauty of relative concept over the absolute.
But then, there are times when one need to be absolute.
Absolute in his completeness,
absolute in his incompleteness, absolute in his compelled form of completeness
and absolute in his relative completeness. When the strings are detached, all
it remains is a vacant space in heart which is similar to any archaeological
site, where people may go often for research but nobody builds a new castle out
of the ruins. Everyone needs a new plot to start his story. But sometimes, the
older plot remains incomplete and the person needs to jot down his story,
either in ink or tears.
Well-knit yarn of
circumstances create a perplexed position of dilemma, strong enough to poison
the poise of a sane saint of pure soul. The life of an ant made me feel mighty,
but when I returned to reality, I was all surrounded by the same mighty mammoth
figures of present era. You are always living the life of an ant until u decide
to be the mighty yourself. How?
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