Figment of Imagination
This morning I read, in the newspaper, a maxim by Democritus saying “Nothing but atoms and empty space exists; everything else is opinion.” Amazed me at the amount of truth it carried. Isn’t everything just a figment of our own imagination. All our emotions, thoughts, feelings, expectations. Our hurts and happinesses included. Is the mind the root cause of all our woes. Is the human body the cause of all troubles or is it the human mind. A painful heart hurts more than a bleeding cut on the body. Then why is it that the human body has borne the brunt of all uptil now. What we think believe and expect has nothing to do with our physicality, it is our mind that is responsible for playing the games. The soul which has known to remain pure causes us to feel…to feel the joy as well as the pain. The body is a puppet in the hands of the soul. So do we hold the puppet responsible or the puppeteer? The mind and the soul go hand in hand like allies, forcing us to think and to feel. The body just acts out their wishes like a dutiful slave. And yet for so long we regarded it as something sordid..like some vicious beast who’s only purpose is to contaminate the soul.
A favourite test among psychologists is a picture that looks like that of an old haggard woman to some and a radiant young lass to the others. When you look carefully, you see the other side. Isnt life like that. Doesn’t everything you see depend on how you see it. So all in all…isn’t life nothing but a matter of perception. Is ‘perception’ life? In effect that means we have the power to revel in supreme ecstacy. Yet not all achieve that. Why? Why do some of us have to endure life like a penetrating pain..like a open wound that never seems to heal. Does that also depend upon our individuality…the individuality of our mind, that is. So life is like a race to achieve that state of mind where you have the strength to see pain as joy..or atleast a passing phase that does not have power enough to give us pain.