Love is a word

Serenity is just another word, like factual or incognizance. The travel of a stone through the ages is mystifying. Its discoloration tells its story to a deaf audience. A child speaks, and we humor IT. When IT will grow, IT will understand. We try to teach IT the lessons so that IT can broaden ITS mind. At 33, I am told that when I will get married and settled and assume responsibilities, I will understand. We maybe can’t teach a 33 year old, but we can certainly advise him. Advices and criticisms are aplenty. On my death bed, will I understand? Will I criticize myself for the life I have led?

Abide by the laws of society, my child, you’re a social being. You need people. You cannot tell the person in front of you, you’re not listening to him, because you just don’t care. You have to entertain him and utter words in accordance to the things that have to be said at the moment in the situation, and use your skills to put forth your opinion with subtlety, while getting the reaction you want from him, so the discussion pleases you and you can experience a moment of satisfaction at having achieved the desired result.

Or ignore the laws, and bear the consequences. There are chances that you might be cast apart. And if so, at times you may feel the need for someone, then, who will you go to? Go to the skies and the sun and the clouds and the moon and the sea and the mountains. They are silent listeners. And they are beautiful. Talk to the birds and they might sing you a song in return.

You are a social being, my child, you need people.

“You must not let your life run in the ordinary way” - Yogananda