Finally, a blog post after a loooooong time! I have been having a recent self realization! I haven't really talked to anyone about it... I call it the realization of myself.
Honestly, this realization should have happened ages ago! This isn't about how good or bad or how awesome or stupid or negligent I am.. It's about how significant I am... And in effect, how significant each one of us are...
There are like two things that drove me to this realization, these two are supposed to be the same, but yeah, they are different experiences because they let me to entirely contrasting conclusions...
The first one is 'Chandni Chowk'. Getting out of the metro station at Chandni Chowk, I saw an elevator that would take you up three levels on a single stretch. And it was FULL of people. Once I got out of the station, I was in a street about 2 to 3 metres wide where there were a million platform shops. And that street was FULL of people. And walking into the unimaginably crowded "gali"s of Old Delhi, it finally hit me. I'm one among 1.2 Billion people... "WOW" was the exact feeling. "Is that how insignificant I am?" I thought. "Maybe... Maybe not! I don't live like the other people, do I? I can still make my life significant." I thought... And with that optimism, I swallowed "Garmaaa Garam Gulab Jamun" and dived into my holiday in North India.
The next one is "CMBT". Back home, I visited our very own Chennai Mofussel Bus Terminus, CMBT (koyambedu). As we had gone on a motorbike, my friend and I decided to park it in the parking lot of the bus station. And we entered the 3 level deep parking lot, to find only a small slot available in the bottom most basement level. And around us- above us, beside us, in front of us and behind us, there were like a million versions of one thing - motorbikes. It made me realize how insignificant my friend's bike was among the multiple thousands of others. And flashing back to the first time I saw his bike and how proud he was, made me realize how each and every bike there has a similar story. "It is pointless", I thought. "I am no different! No matter how significant I think I am, there are people who have reached my stage and been as significant as me! And so," I thought, "the only significant thing you can ever do in this world is to live a happy life that satisfies your heart and mind to the fullest"
The beauty about the realization is that for me, it has happened in what I think is a very crucial phase of my life. It makes me realize that I can have dreams of being happy, but not dreams of being something nobody else has ever been before.
Happiness and success are not written in stone, they are written on brain cells.
Honestly, this realization should have happened ages ago! This isn't about how good or bad or how awesome or stupid or negligent I am.. It's about how significant I am... And in effect, how significant each one of us are...
There are like two things that drove me to this realization, these two are supposed to be the same, but yeah, they are different experiences because they let me to entirely contrasting conclusions...
The first one is 'Chandni Chowk'. Getting out of the metro station at Chandni Chowk, I saw an elevator that would take you up three levels on a single stretch. And it was FULL of people. Once I got out of the station, I was in a street about 2 to 3 metres wide where there were a million platform shops. And that street was FULL of people. And walking into the unimaginably crowded "gali"s of Old Delhi, it finally hit me. I'm one among 1.2 Billion people... "WOW" was the exact feeling. "Is that how insignificant I am?" I thought. "Maybe... Maybe not! I don't live like the other people, do I? I can still make my life significant." I thought... And with that optimism, I swallowed "Garmaaa Garam Gulab Jamun" and dived into my holiday in North India.
The next one is "CMBT". Back home, I visited our very own Chennai Mofussel Bus Terminus, CMBT (koyambedu). As we had gone on a motorbike, my friend and I decided to park it in the parking lot of the bus station. And we entered the 3 level deep parking lot, to find only a small slot available in the bottom most basement level. And around us- above us, beside us, in front of us and behind us, there were like a million versions of one thing - motorbikes. It made me realize how insignificant my friend's bike was among the multiple thousands of others. And flashing back to the first time I saw his bike and how proud he was, made me realize how each and every bike there has a similar story. "It is pointless", I thought. "I am no different! No matter how significant I think I am, there are people who have reached my stage and been as significant as me! And so," I thought, "the only significant thing you can ever do in this world is to live a happy life that satisfies your heart and mind to the fullest"
The beauty about the realization is that for me, it has happened in what I think is a very crucial phase of my life. It makes me realize that I can have dreams of being happy, but not dreams of being something nobody else has ever been before.
Happiness and success are not written in stone, they are written on brain cells.