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Perception and Security

I wonder if you read news headlines daily? What do you search in it and what do you find everyday in it? I am also wondering that day when you started reading your first newspaper; what kind of sensation you had at that moment of time? On the first situation, reading headlines is a routine. And of course, you don't search in it any blissful achievement of humanity. You read about disastrous news, destruction, human's greed and cruelty, dishonest practices, power tussles, exhibition of ego-games, etc. On the latter case, your first experience with a newspaper must be exciting. You were not aware about what it is all about. That first experience was the last experience! Remaining ones are now just a habit, a routine, a mechanical pursuit, a sum of sensations and thoughts. You don't wanna miss it. Morning newspaper is quintessential. Why are you so mechanical? Do you love your sincere discipline? Somebody said something about it and you started following it. By the time, you are grown up, life is just a piece of routine. No excitement, no mystery, you're now mature, responsible, old, and what not? But, you're no longer experiencing anything new. You have lost the capacity of insight and perception. You're governed by a set of mechanical thoughts and you're not aware about it. You take it too seriously that all the crucial energies are dissipated in making it understand; everything is going fine with plan, everything is well-known and organised; there is a complete security! Is it so? Are you secure with a mechanical life? What meaning do you give to your acquired habbit? I guess, you have stopped thinking about it? It's distressing and burdensome, isn't it? What about news headlines? It's a matter of great pleasure and delight? I'm sure, you don't visit a place which must be visited everyday. Your own being. You wander the whole world to hide someone. Do you know, who is this? It is you. But in the end, everyone realizes the futile journey of ambition. Just like the protagonist of the Alchemist finds his dream realized at the same place from where he started. Had he chosen an inward path, to visit his insight, the true perception, his dream was a reality from the very beginning. Nothing new comes in our life out of routine. Those who live with the flux of uncertainty have realized the life and its essence and those who are craving for security are sliding down in a trap of boredom and meaningless.

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