It is easy to remember: Be your self. It is difficult to be: Be our self.
The reason is us.
We always tend to think the way we are taught to think.
We make our self to be a shelf for others to keep their things. ( Burden on, self bends and cracks.)
So society is allowed to give prescriptions about how to be a “pride” to ourselves and become “envy” to others.
Accordingly we shape up.
We manifest the way we are manifested.
The result is disastrous.
We become others. Not us.
Artificiality runs our blood and body.
Spontaneity drains out.
It is not surprising to see why the society goes bankrupt so fast.
The remedy lies in being our own selves; not becoming.
Becoming is a process. Being is a discovery.
A tiniest of seeds has in itself the potential of a big, grand tree and has the manifestation in beautiful flowers that have fragrance which attracts.
The seed does not become a tree. The tree is there in the being of that seed; flowers too. Shedding off its outer shell, the seed simply discovers itself by dying into the earth. Dropping the exterior, seed gets revealed in inner reality of a tree.
Man always takes his journey outward, as if he is a born extrovert. He searches for “goal” outside, there far away. The steeper the goal, the stiffer the goal, the more challenging it is to the ego.
Man is in the perpetual servicing of his ego!
He dances the way his ego wants him to.
Seeing a bird fly, hearing murmur of a river, listening to fall of rustling leaves are not challenging to ego. Because they are simple, natural, commonplace. So ego discards them.
Ego discounts ordinary. It counts extra-ordinary as society recognizes it loudly, appreciates it lewdly (to sensitive minds).
Man, in the process, is divorced from his soul as he lunges for grandiosely spectacular. Full of show of outer. Nothing of substance of inner.
Soul loves simpler, dipper.
Man is lost.
Take you to the nearer of a pond where fishes play, close to the horizon where sky drops down to earth, within the silence of forest, warmth of trees. The luxurious treasure of simple in Nature.
Soul will wake up.
You come out in your true self.
An awakening.
An emergence from comatic existence.
A re-birth.