I am my shepherd

Every morning we get up from our bed. Take shower and stand before the mirror to get dressed and get going. But then there are also days when we stand before the mirror and see beyond our face. We take a glance to our soul to realize that after all it is not as luminous as it should be. It is not the same illuminating object as depicted in movies that dispel darkness. We have always known that our soul is a source of light, our guiding star. We have seen in videos that when the soul leaves the body it leaves as an aura of brightness and energy. But is it really that ways? Or we chose to ignore it? There are days when we feel that we are at sea. Our inner spirit has gone off course and we are lost and tormented. Where on these days, when we feel captivated and chained by our thoughts, does this brightness goes? Where is this guiding star on days when we are really looking up to it? When we are confused and lost in the quest of finding ourselves does this illuminating aura disappear?

So on one of these days, standing before the mirror that we realize that our soul is not the ultimate godliness that links us to our creator. It is too lost and wandering in the tempest of who am I? It is too asking itself what is my purpose of living. Baffled and flustered we call up our friends and our parents to find the answers. We pray and read books to come out of this darkness. But does that really help? Do we realize that it is us who knows ourselves the best? Do our doubts make any sense to the people with whom we are discussing it? Can they help us at all? I am sure they want to help us and release us from the spiritual agony we suffer; but are they able to? Indeed their words do clam us down for as long as a day or a week or may be a month. Because soon the spell of the soothing words fades out and we find ourselves in the same black hole as we were before. We are once again searching answers. We are once again on our own. I might be overrating myself by saying that I understand what Buddha felt when he left his family to search the divine enlightment. I am sure he too had friends and family and gurus with whom he might have discussed his queries. But he had to find salvation on his own which he did at the end.

Sadly but true; we have the dominion to unleash the power of our soul. We alone can answer our question and understand our malaise.  We might feel pessimistic, thwarted and doleful when we vociferate that nobody understands us. But do we really need the world to understand us? Because we alone are our master, our preceptor, our guiding light and we have the answers to the questions; “Who am I and what is my purpose of living?” To escape from this truth is abstaining from the responsibility of looking for ourselves which our creator has bestowed us with. We can make ourselves fly in the sky or dig ourselves in the purgatory. The choice is ours. It is only a matter of fact that we realize this. The sooner we do the better.