It is all a hazy remembrance now.
The redness of the setting sun gave its hue to the sky on the western horizon and the birds were returning to their homes after a day of scouring for food. The night gently tiptoed behind the retiring day.
This was his first night away from his home and it was not particularly easy on him. He finally decided to scale a mighty banyan. He scampered as silently he could to climb it.
To the surprise of everyone in the village, Xandu was gone! Nobody really believed at first but for the empty house … More
The morning sun beamed its rays through the slivers in his thatched roof to say a cheerful good morning. He … More
Was it the fear? The fear of the unknown, of uncertainty, of getting lost and never to return or the fear of failure or perhaps the fear of dying. Or maybe it was just plain anxiety that seemed to gnaw at his resolve for a solution.
The acceptance of dying is essential to overcome the deep set fear of human psyche. We are so much bothered by it that we created religions, heavens, gods, priests and a concept of afterlife to keep these thoughts from troubling us too much.
Reading books and nodding heads are not going to change the way we have been living on this planet. It takes active transformation to salvage humanity from itself.
To be – is the question for human existence. To feel alive and active in the game of life is the desire. Death seems cruel and unwanted. Why?
An investigation into the nature of human mind and desires therein.