Be Selfish

You owe it to yourself

The players in heaven have stopped their roles play for a minute. The Sun is not yet out and air is breathing low. Birds are all in their nest, silent, and earth moist and sleepy. It is still, very still.

No movement in sky. Life seems to look out of window with dreamy eyes. It is the time to stop. When better to stop, when the universe around you has stopped for a heartbeat to take a breath.

In years, so far, we have played so many roles. Of a son, a husband, a father, or a daughter, wife, mother. We have played an employee, be it front line executive, a team leader, a manager or a CEO. In all the roles, we have put in our heart, mind and soul. We have played it to such perfection that down the line, we have identified ourselves as the protagonist of the roles played.

In these din a bustle, us the real us has slipped up somewhere. The ”One” that is untouched by the roles played. The “One” that is not an employee, or a husband or even a friend. The “One”, who has not yet lived or breathe fully the fresh air.

It is a small bud, waiting for little more oxygen and sunlight to bloom. But how can it ever grow, when it has never been noticed? Let us take a moment, and just stop, stop for a second, playing the roles that we play. When was the day, we actually stopped and thought about ourselves and what we really want.

Every life that is on this earth has a purpose. Most part of our lives goes away, playing different roles. Where have we lived? Living is, knowing what your purpose is and trying to achieve it.

Purpose, is such an overrated word. Purpose is simple, a call of the soul, complex by language, understood by feeling. One need not sit under a Bodhitree to know the purpose of life. It is simple an answer to the question, “What would bring us back from our last breath”.

“Close your eyes, and take yourself to the last breath of your life. Now, leave all other thoughts behind. Pick up one thing, which you think will pull you back to the world of living. You got it, great. Now after some day, in some other time, try it again. Did you get the same thought? Or now it looks little distant?

You want to close the chapter of life with a pleasant feel and thought. Imagine, yourself being with someone or doing what you always wanted to do. Close your eyes and savor every moment of it. This is your last chance, your last breath. How do you feel?

Do you feel coming back to life or fighting for one more breathe because it is all so worth it. Would you fight for one more breath to live the life that you are experiencing now? Now, try and replace it with something else. Do you still feel the same? What was it, which could bring you back from death? “

Let us do it again. Your eyes are watery, senses dim, and breath is labored. You can feel the heaviness in your limbs. The heaviness has turned into dim numbness and now you can no longer feel life in your limbs. You know, it is your last breath.

It takes years or months or even days or hours to get it, provided, we are looking for it. The first option may be the passion, not purpose. Realization of what can bring one back to life is his/her purpose.

Try it again, some other day. Do you still find the same result? If in every mood, result is same, that is the purpose. It is not easy, it is no rocket science.

Every soul on the planet has come with a purpose. This purpose is yearning of the soul. It is what the soul craves for, but its silent voice can hardly be heard over the theatrical orchestra of the characters we play. Our soul whispers us our purpose. Realize it. Oft our life goes in living. We do not stop for a moment to think, what we really want. What is that our soul cries for?

We do not realize our purpose. How so ever big or small it may be, it is ours to find and to fulfill. Our purpose is what we are. That is what we are to be. So lets us do ourselves a favor and stop playing roles for some time and find out what/who we actually are meant to be. Let us be selfish for at least 5 minutes a day, and listen to our soul and try to be what we are to suppose to be.

Let us be Selfish … we owe it to ourselves