Paying attention
I read a lot of stuff on Medium and do wonder about the topic of writing. Before that, I have found that there are 2 things that come to me effortlessly: imaginations and singing. The third thing that requires me to put a bit of effort is writing. Yes, I am imaginative. I can go to extremities of imaginations and I see stories in dreams that I often tend to convert to full stories and conclude. However, this happens only in the mind.
I have realised. Yes, it came late and maybe I was lazy about it. I tend to. That I need to put those stories into words in a paper or a blog or any damn place where the words can realise their freedom of existence and dance upon that space happily and merrily tuning themselves to the reader’s imagination.
I follow Sadhguru Jaggi Vasudev. He says that if one is capable of doing something good but doesn’t do it, that life is a waste of time, money, energy and resources. The person might be a timid but his/her contribution to the society even in the smallest of ways can bring certain microscopic changes. It might not affect or impact the society at a macro level but the person will have lived a fulfilled life according to himself/herself.
A small anecdote pops up while I write this. Once a temple was almost complete. A stone artist was making a sculpture on a stone and was drawing on it finely. A tourist appears from nowhere and looks at the temple. Admires the structure and the efforts of the artisans. Then he goes near to the artist, stands for sometime looking at the way and level of attention that artist had been paying to make the sculpture. Then he asks, “What is this sculpture all about and where will it be put?” The artist looks at him, smiles and tells him that one of the top statues somewhere near the top of the temple structure has a certain dent in the face. He is simply creating a perfect replacement. The tourist frowningly replies, “Who will that the statue up there has a dent? You should be concentrating on better things”. The artist, a bit irritated but still smiling and relaxed replies, “I know it and that’s the reason I am creating the replacement.”
Coming back to my story, I realise that I need to finish the stories and the 2 novels that I have ideas about. Maybe this should be my current purpose of life. Maybe my fulfilment lies there. Maybe my self-treatment of logotherapy starts here. In case, you haven’t read, read books of Victor Frankl. Enlightening. I wish to read it again. Not a fat one but vital and still (maybe much more) useful in today’s life.
