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Each to His Own

I feel each man lives through his life stretch across two different poles. Like a taut string of an bow stretched and ready for a kill, it is this tension which defines life. Call it Yin and Yang or call it any name, our entire life is a struggle to strike the just right balance between the two. We walk this path as a way to survival and it is only very late in our lives we realize that this is what we end up doing, merely, pathetically..surviving.

We try to find a solution, but so rarely is there one. There is one thing which leaves me pretty amused is the teaching by greats which says then whenever you find yourself disconcerted with life, you should dive within. Within your soul is the pot which contains the nectar of life. The very thought discomforted and confounded me at the same time. Even if I understand, how bad every thing and the reaction of people is, unless those around me or those who are the main protagonist of the whole act are in the know of the downward spiral that they have taken, my knowing will not do me any good. But, then look deeper into it. All those who are engaging in the self-defeating arguments are not doing it out of ignorance. They are at times, intellectually quite superior human beings, it is just that they enjoy the state of chaos around them as long as it renders them a position of perceived self-importance. One can always tell the right path to people who have lost there way, but not to the people who have destination different from that which you think is logical one. They have taken the path they have taken because it is a different destination they intend to reach.
How does delving deepen in your own self help? It tells you how best you can protect yourself when those around you are not too keen to take that responsibility on behalf of you. All you need it to love yourself a little more, make friends with your own self, create a space for your own self, little more and laugh and play a little more. One must learn to dance when no one is watching. 
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