Last night I was involved in a conversation with an old friend. Topic - spirituality! (Oh yeah! There's more to me that meets the eye.. or not!) Anyways, I didn't know I was "spiritual" until someone pointed it out to me! Just for the record, I browsed multiple websites as I type this, to understand what exactly does spirituality mean and seriously, woaah!! I just can't seem to understand why people have to give names to things or relations! Probably coz they think giving it a name would help them understand things better, would establish a more personal relation. Ex: If you have to catch my attention in a crowd, you would rather say, "Hey Shubha!" than "Hey gorgeous!". The later might turn a lot of heads coz, lets accept it, all of think we are awesome! The former would establish a mode of communication intended between the two of us. Alas, not all things can be spotted by names!
I have had absolutely no respect for people who claim to be beacon of knowledge, God men claiming to show you how to live, God women claiming to bless your soul and give you a reason to live. One of the main reasons people blow their own trumpets is.. well coz no one else would/could blow it for them with as much conviction! Honestly people, if you need someone to show you "how to live" , be assured that you are running in the opposite direction of your finish line! Having said that, no offense to anyone who feels the need to have such people around, to help them focus. Each to his own I guess!
There can never be one absolute teacher! With the amount of knowledge surrounding us, the number of inexplicable things that humanity is subjected to on a day-to-day basis, it is foolishness to think one person has the answers to all questions. We grow everyday, hurting and healing ourselves. No one man/ woman has the healing powers to heal all of us at our beck and call.
I have had several teachers in my short course of life and no, I am not talking about the horrible atrocities I was subjected to during my schooling days. (They also go by the names teachers too, so just wanted to make sure there's no confusion here!) I am not yet in that place in life, where I can admit, with full conviction, that even the douche-st of douchebags I have come across have something to teach me! Most of my teachers have been been people I meet on a daily basis - family, friends, friends of friends, absolute strangers!
This takes me back to a conversation with a dear friend over brunch. My friend is an exemplary woman, with experiences that will blow your head off! My jaw drops almost every time she tells me about an absolute stranger helping her in situations I cannot fathom getting myself into! Few things that have happened in her life, are nothing short of a miracle. Again, I wouldn't want to attempt to explain this phenomenon. I am stunned at how easy it is for her to obtain help even when she doesn't ask! She has a very simple answer for her experiences. "I share my woes".
There it was, a very simple act - sharing. Sharing is caring, people say. I have heard about innumerable quotes on how sharing joy can double it. Not a whole of quotes about sharing sorrows huh? (I swear, there's atleast one that I vaguely remember. Now, what was that!!!) It's pretty simple. I believe that there is goodness around us, in most cases- dormant. It manifests itself when called for, probably coz unless it's called for, it doesn't realize its existence. No one can help you unless they know you need help. People don't realize their potential of healing someone until they are put in the spot! That's the power of speaking up. It's these tiny things, which when given attention to can touch you in ways you never know.
These are experiences that nourish my life, these are people who teach me to believe, to have faith. I need not pray to one idol or person to lead a better life, I open myself to the walking/talking embodiment of experiences in my day to day life!
