An Observation to the Insight
If you have ever traveled in a local train you would have realized and believe me all the non travelers that you would realize it even if you try with all your might not to face it , that it always makes a rumbling noise which is not only irritating but in many times deafening as hell . . Nevertheless you will find numerous people with their music on ear phones plugged in so tightly into their ears that it always made me wonder what exactly is it that they are hearing in this rumble. Being an ardent music appreciator i somehow never could accept it rather every time I watched them I WAS AMUSED. .
Music as the soul for your emotions is not over rated. . Give someone some time to kill and a headset. . He is bound to resort to it and i am no exception. . I wouldn’t deny initially like others even i was trying to listen to what should have been there i.e. how the song was meant to b heard how the music director had carved it. . With volume super high I tried to clutch on to every beat n every word in order to grab d exact essence of the song. . Until today. .
Friends if you have ever attempted to sleep in a running lecture amidst all your friends chatting, having their lunches and the desperate attempts of the teacher to speak just for the heck of speaking in order to avoid any embarrassing round of questions you would have known that as soon as you advance towards your slumber the voices adjacent to you i.e. your friends’ voice phase out more quickly than that of the teacher. . n there comes a moment when in your subconscious self you only hear the most distant voice murmur whereas every other voice near u die out n within few minutes u r shamelessly n completely sleeping in the class . . Well that is not the point here. . My point is today when I plugged in my ear phones and sat down in the train half dizzy coz of Monday blues and half coz. . Well it was chilly outside n I was comfortably warm. .in that sub conscious I picked up one of the very nice observations. The rumble of the train semi rhythmic, unplanned, fierce and unthoughtful blended so effortlessly with the so called well thought and planned music that the songs almost got a new rhythm. .it stopped feeling like a hindrance rather it became a part of the entire music. .it was like a mix of what should be there and what actually is there.
The most important thing to notice here is that your state of mind at this stage represents something very rare and something really inevitable and it is ‘ACCEPTANCE’. If you will be any more awake you will again thrive for perfection, the perfect rhythm the perfect beats and you will be disappointed by every unwelcomed noise. .if you will be any more unconscious it will only be the gurgle of rumble that you will hear until you are sleepy dead. So what is it? It sure is a balance, it sure is soothing. . But it isn’t what you wanted, the real music. .
Life as beautifully thought and carved by you is like a song with perfect rhythm perfect voice no intrusion no hurdle but unfortunately that is only subjective .The rumble metaphorically represents every hurdle you face n they are unavoidable. The balance represents the efforts you put in to achieve an equilibrium between what you want and what you have and that balance is your Trade Off i.e. where you want to settle. The more effort you put the more close you are to what you want , the more you slack the more lost you are .But not in any case can you be happy or real if you decline the existence of either of the two states.
So friends never under estimate the power of acceptance …you can only move on when you can acknowledge and bear the adversaries. . You can only bear them when you are not in denial of their existence.
Never under estimate your capability to find your equilibrium coz it will automatically set to the stage where you give up and u will always b an under achiever with frustration and anger and believe me they are only surface emotions.
Struggle for balance is only what is real in life n what you trigger every second in very decision you make... And that is the only thing that has the capability of oozing the deepest sentiment that can ever relate to your conscience i.e. satisfaction.
Friends,
A battle lost, a battle won
A living dead, a death undone
A deafening roar or a silent turn
A fully aware self or ignorance
They all halt at your level of acceptance.
