It would be very ignorant for an observant who analyses things meticulously to observe that both the evil & the good, exist side by side in an individual. The vices and the wise, & the love & the hate. As much as a mortal being I swing to both of those arenas to the extreme, I find this duality as imperfections. And that seems to be an eternal struggle to pick a side, because these switchovers sense disloyalty, and a certain resistance on a subtle level where the soul seems to resist to one of these sides. As a believer of god, which might come into my way of scientific way of analysing things, imprints of the past might create this incoherence in the present. We might forget our soul, but the soul doesn’t forget us, so as to say. And this conflict, this incoherence becomes the cause of anxiety and struggle…Both the evil & the good have their promises. One is bondage, the other is freedom, one path is shorter, the other is longer, but both have their own rewards.
So, the question is to psychoanalyze this character of adaptability & resistance. Because certainly adaptability means peace with time and resistance means sleepless nights and yet some people choose the latter. The calling of the soul isn’t a fluke, it has a journey, acting like a sherpa to guide you. Even that resistance in the second case wouldn’t be a resistance if we simply surrender or submit. At this short mundane observation, I feel saddened and laugh at this helpless humanity, except for the saints. I have utmost respect for those souls. Rituals have overtaken the essence , internalization of knowledge has eclipsed the rote learning and noise has taken over the silence. I would have inserted a political reference here, but let’s keep the shit out of this beautiful symphony, shall we ?
To conclude, the anxiety for the people who resist the changes of time is certain. If they adapt, their inability and cowardness will drown them into self-pity and if they don’t, the challenges it’ll bring along with them, would also be certainly drowning but not as much as it would to give up the calling of the soul. It is a paradox, that a thinking man kills himself either way. If he submits to the will of the time, or he doesn’t. Knowledge is certainly a pain, but that pain is necessary to get to the good part, where few men walked. Where the jangling of coins , the naked women, and the big house ofc, wouldn’t be as sweet as to get that ambrosia out of maa saraswati’s pen.
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