Fear....

As we grow, as our years increase, our fears grow. When we were children, the fear of unknown was not so much pronounced. We feared the dark nooks or the imaginary 'ghosts' n 'spooks'. But as we grew, we began to fear different things... till we began to fear ourselves. The fear of our ability to love and trust others. What if I trust you and you break my trust and then I am hurt. The fear we nurture deep within us, is not about any external factors, it is about ourselves. To mask this fear, we do many things. We hurt the other before the other can hurt us, or harm us. We forget our true loving and trusting self. The fear lies within. It cripples, it binds, it maims. We live our lives immersed in that fear. It takes courage to face the monster within. And it takes more to slay that monster. There are no enemies outside, it resides within. What is sin? I believe sin is not trusting your own ability to live life fully and wholly. Banish that fear. Come with-out from with-in. Life is beautiful. Trust.. Love... Live.

The Search...

The sun sets everyday, to let the night rule over the remnants of the time left. People go back to whatever place is home for them. To rest and rise again. Renewed and rejuvenated, for their search. But thousands and millions, live everyday without an inkling of what they are searching for. Happiness? Satisfaction? Approval? It is always just beyond the next day.. or perhaps the next turn or the next person or the next job?? How many do really find what they think they are searching for? Sometimes the air is so thick with dissatisfaction that you could cut it with a sword of unhappiness. Still we go on, running after the next assignment, the next train... How many times have we really stopped to see just how blue the sky was today in the morning? How sweet the sparrows' chirp sounded before the air was rent with blowing horns and the other man made sounds? Why don't we stop and listen sometimes to our own heartbeats? They too sing the marvelous, rhythmic song of life. But we search for things given in our hand by the Creator, somewhere else. In some one's approval... in some body's smile... always outward.. never inward. Are we actually afraid of finding something great inside us?