When does a man arrive? Today I feel I’ve come close. But to what? Not knowing the answer to this question is the essence of living, being human.
The water taste sweeter, the wind hits me with divine like vibrations, the air smells like spring, the colors of nature seem more soothing, the roads seem empty as for me, the temperature seems just fine like in ac, the noise of society seems like chirping birds, my wife seems more adorable, my child seems like a great man in the making, my room seems like a himalayan cave of seclusion, the shower and my bathing seemed like massage.
Inside of me, I feel like an unruly storm stopped, like a cobra now dancing to my tune, like a pure virgin, like the wise hermit at the top the mountain of time-space, like a juicy cake oozing with bliss, like unshackable, like a repository of genius, like an oasis in the desert of modern civilization, like in control.
My mind see s many things in a perfect framework that I’ve been developing since I was 17. I’m like a painter adding details to my framework. It has evolved over time but I know I’ve brought the raw framework from a past life and my parents, combined with hindu/buddhist/american literature of this life.
Certainly such feelings of arriving are not permanent because a great man never stops challenging himself. I’ll find another mountain to climb, a sea to cross, a desert to pass.
But I still am not sure where I arrived although I am affirmative I’ve arrived because all the symptoms are there.
If you don’t know what I mean, think of the, you were dating your current spouse. At that time, the feeling you arrived helped you stay in the relationship and tie the knot. Was it not for that feeling few would enter into marriage.
So you’ve arrived too like me.
All you need now is to try to arrive at higher planes of attainment.
