Self-Inflicted

Sometimes, intense grief can become like a warm blanket under which you want to hide from the world, not wanting to risk the speculation it might bring and the privacy it might challenge. Not everyone wants to shout out their stories aloud to the world. Or be talked about ad nauseum.

Ultimately, it is YOU for yourself, with yourself and more important, BY yourself. And you have to learn to live WITH this person that is you. And work to like what you see in you.

Before you hide under that blanket, though, do realize that everyone is hiding under their own blankets behind their social persona. And why not? Everyone is facing the onslaught of karma and trying to cope as well as possible.

I really want to say again and again. Be kind. Understand people even if you can see they are flawed and not doing the right thing. Realize that you are flawed too and coping in a similar manner.

Where then is the point of conflict? It seems so redundant to point fingers outwards when we are facing similar hassles? It has never made any sense to me to nurse self-inflicted wounds until they become a disease.

Cleanse, let go and observe experiences as karma unfolding. Everything will make sense then. It IS you, all the way. None else! And the other souls around you were meant to be there until their roles got over.

Surekha Kothari

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