A'Sambhava?

What we are is what we think we are. But do we really think what we are?

 

I feel, many of us get driven by the what we are NOT. We are driven by what others are and we are not. And we try to bridge the gap that is between.

 

Till we discover the next gap.

 

Life events get driven by our thoughts trying to be better. In the relative sense.

 

But deep within this, what I observe is that we have tremendous power in terms of our thoughts and it just needs a proper navigation before we start believing in things that seem to be impossible by the cauality driven mind. Then we can implement the seemingly impossible.

 

What is impossible? Something that has NOT been DONE in the PAST. We decide on the basis of what have been observed in the PAST. We are not aware of the future. Or not faith in? Does it only mean that we have not found the solution yet?

 

I remember the ADIDAS ad - Impossible is Nothing. Well, I am convinced.

 

Now think  on this if I say - Failure is Impossible. ;-)

 

I have learned to use the word impossible with the greatest caution.

 

 

Sandcastles

{Modified by me after being copied from a forwarded email.}

 
Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves. A little boy is on the beach. On his knees he scoops and packs the sand with plastic shovels into a bright red bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

 

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle stix will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

 

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

 

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

 

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

 

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

 

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

 

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

 

The grownup, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

 

"It's my castle," he defies.

 

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

 

And I don't know much about sandcastles. But children do. Watch them and learn. Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home.