Chakra

 

Poor mind begets poor minds.

An aspect of health that is grossly overlooked, is the mental state of being. 

Ever so often the most unfortunate side of our dark minds erupts surprisingly though the icy exterior melting and cracking everything that comes in its way till it has either reached fruition by destroying everything good that has made your short life worthwhile, or has managed to find a more dreadful sibling.  It is not the former that brings much grief, it does in its own way and has a medical tachyphylaxis, it is the latter that creates a weapon of mass destruction which is not only capable of destroying every single sensible relationship you have, but also burns to the ground your visionary skyscrapers and leaves you in existential crisis.

I'm asked if this is going somewhere. I say I wish I knew but if you care to listen, just hold on a bit longer.

Immaturity is reading the above lines and cursing the writer to have crammed up words in two sentences. Understanding that the two sentences weren’t long enough to measure the depth of grief that plagues the hearts of so many people without a tangible cause or a plausible explanation save the failure to see that you’re enough, is the real meaning of growth. And grow, we did. Not emotionally, only physically. While some took it in their stride to better their physical state, others, much like myself grew in real dimensions.I despise the constant feeling of unworthy that has become rather acutely palpable following the pandemic leaving a sizeable population ironically feeling like a social pariah with a subset even resorting to sordid measures to grab a hit of some dopamine. While some took it in their stride to better their physical state, others, much like myself grew in real dimensions. While as medical a medical professional, I saw a lot of dying and death, somehow I lost the will to see positive things in life.

Once a problem is defined shall we formulate a solution. But the beauty of the said problem is that it tends to convolute with every ounce of thought that is poured into its massive belly. Here comes the dual edged sword of sharing your thoughts with another mammal of a similar state of mind. The aforementioned WMD thus knows no end. Survival is an instinct that is peculiar at a very animalistic level. As it should, it kicks one of the two mammals engaged in this convoluted thought sharing and suddenly the vicious cycle has been put to rest. The above algorithm is for the more fortunate, the lesser erudite know only one way to silence the constant funfair of loneliness.

This is not an easy read, and its not meant to be. It’s not a cry for help either. It is the sound of the real meaning behind anyone in this day and age who says “I’m fine!”