Wake Up

We sometimes live in a prison. There is no difference between this prison and the prison where convicts are kept.We create both these prisons for ourselves. The only contrast is that the prison we create is not fortified by barbed wire, never ending walls and guards toting sub-machine guns, but contains fear, anxiety and feeling of being stuck. 

Fear is like the prisoner looking over his shoulder at every move he makes, lest he finds him self sodomized or victimized in a brutal manner. Anxiety is like the guards finger on the trigger of a black, ugly sub-machine gun. The trigger finger is so soft, sensitive and in a state of constant alertness just like our anxieties about ourselves and the world. The sense of feeling stuck, is like the lowly prisoner in a jail cell smelling of stale urine and rotten bread, behind rusty bars that he might sometimes shake in rage, trying to find a way out.He is stuck. 

We are all prisoners, one way or the other. We are sometimes afraid of living, we live in a constant state of regret, of shame and in fear of having to open our eyes. There is comfort inside the prison, and it is easy to wither away there. However, it becomes difficult when the bars of your jail cell begin to fall apart because of the rust and when the jail guards suddenly evaporate into thin air and the walls begin to fall. Now, you are out there, awake and that awakening leads to intense fear and discomfort. We are out of our little cocoon we made for ourselves, we are exposed, vulnerable and alone. We begin to confront our own mortality which we have kept repressed inside our jail cells, we begin to realize that we have lived with our eyes shut tight, our hearts sealed and our ears blocked with a strong kind of wax, we call ignorance. 

Now, how do you deal with that realization? How do you face the fear and the anxiety that is so stark and real? The pain when you realize that you have not led an engaged, full life? 

This is the time to wake up, to look outside with our eyes open, and not through a tunnel. There comes a need to love openly, to live and to just be. Its about living, listening to your heart.

There is always another chance, even in your death bed to open your heart out to someone or to just be grateful for the life you've led. This is what melts the wax called ignorance and gives us the strength and courage to openly, unhesitatingly, and lovingly, give what we have, and that is nothing but love. 

Wake Up! Live! Be!