While driving in the rain, I saw little droplets of water striking the wind shield. Amidst this moment, a thought came to my mind. This rain drops were falling right on the wind shield at different intervals. I could completely relate this analogy to my life experiences. Just like this drops, problems appeared in my life at different intervals and each time I was hit with a hard blow and was shattered on the ground.
I observed that each time the water droplets on my wind shield blurred my vision, the wipers helped me to get a better picture of what is ahead of me. Just like in life when each time my vision got blurred due to the problems, I had something which helped me to move on and to see what is ahead. That was meditation, which has been a key to clear my vision and to wipe/go beyond the problems which impacted me deep in my life.
It is said that “Every one is fighting their own battles”. But does that bring peace and happiness ? Maybe yes, maybe no. But what keeps me going during my battle is Meditation. It helps me face my battle with a smile on my face, grit determination and peaceful mind.
I personally feel very fortunate to have learned this tool to combat the problems life has offered me to fight.
“Spirituality” was a very naive term for me. Few years ago, the impression of a spiritual person to me was someone who is poor, smokes weed, stands on one leg or sits under a tree and has fake knowledge and wisdom to fool people. I always felt compassionate and angry at the same time towards such people.
But with time in my journey I wondered a lot about this term ‘spirituality’ and started to think ‘If I was spiritual at all ?’. This question made me realize that I am on a roller coster ride but never knew when or whether I wanted to take a ride.
7 years back, a friend of mine introduced me to a Happiness program by Art of Living stating that ‘You will become a happy person’. I laughed deep inside and thought I am happy, I do not need to be more happy. But, being a good friend, I did the program and I got a glimpse of something that I never imagined. Since then, I have been meditating and its been 7 years NOW.
I always thought having no life or being lifeless is spirituality, but never knew how few sitting of meditations would turn my perception upside down.
As per my intellect,to meditate was to sit and relax and at times to sleep & to take a power nap. 😅 But, if I go back to the question, I think I know the answer.
I know the answer because the definition/perception of a spiritual person has changed. I guess its safe to say that I am no more a naive person in this spiritual journey. After 7 years of being in this journey, I can define a spiritual person to be someone who is on a path to be happy no matter what, a person who is not caught up into the material world, who knows there is something beyond than what the eyes see, who tries to be a better human being as a whole, who has desires but tend not to run behind them. (THIS MAY OR MAYNOT CHANGE WITH TIME 😶).
If this is spirituality then I am on the right path. I do not know where I will end up, but a glimpse of the unknown is enough for now to move forward. I think this journey will be full of twist and turns.
One of the benefit of living in North Carolina is that you are surrounded by forests.
So few minutes back when I was out taking a walk , amidst the beauty of the nature, I could clearly observe the broken branches of the tress and the melodious crunchy sound they made.
I was looking at the trees and the broken branches wondering how impermanent life is. Everything is changing. First a plant grows into tree and then fresh branches become dead. Aho(Wonder), its all changing !
While coming back I looked at a tree and had a chain of thoughts that there is a life in this tree though it can’t move. And then, in the next thought I questioned myself , “where is the source of its existence?”. And then I realized “The source is hidden deep inside in its roots”. Similarly, without the roots there is no existence of the tree.
Then where are our roots? From where am I getting the energy? What triggered this engine known as body to work?
I look at myself as a mere individual and I realized that my body is working. But how did this machine got its power ? Like an engine needs some electricity to start or work, where is the source of this machine ?
I wonder, how often we go inside to visit and find this source of energy – our existence – our roots.