Dont know what to name it. Inner Peace or The Question
I like Inner peace better.
here we go:
The millions of twinkling stars dotted majestically on the vast cloudless night sky seemed to be holding a conference with each other. The moon, though also present seemed not to be participating. She was in fact gazing upon two humans, one who seemed quite wise and ancient and one fresh with youthfulness. They sat beneath her in an open green field. The night was rather warm but a cool breeze would waft through now and then and the grass would rustle sounding as if it was whispering a lullaby.
The youth had come to the old man with a question. A question he had asked so many others but had so far found not a single convincing enough answer for him. It was a question that had been bothering him and creating turmoil within him for ever so long now. It seemed to him that he could not live, could not rest, could not go on with life until it was answered. Life would seem meaningless if it wasn’t answered. The youth with an eager, inquiring mind had finally made his way to the ancient man who most people ignored. Maybe he had the answer he wished to know so much.
The moon felt tender as she watched the old and the young sit together, and the youth to listen so intently to the old man’s wise words. It was not often she saw such a combination.
The hold man touched the youngster’s hand gently and looked far off into space.
“Son” He said in a quite and steady voice, “Think from your heart and your head, combine the two. This question has been asked for millions of years and has been given answers too. But there are so many different answers and definitions of this question that people are left dazed and confused for each one seems more convincing than the last. It’s been a mind boggling mystery for centuries and millenniums. But I believe there are answers.
The youth leaned forward intently. “Answers!? What kind of answers? I wish to know.” This was it, he thought. May this was the answer to everything.
“I shall not tell the theories as they left millions just more confused. And they are not satisfying. Think about it yourself.” The old man paused at a loss for words.
“Deep down in our hearts” he continued, “there is an inkling of an idea, of a belief. We all do. Yet we don’t dig down and listen to it.” He smiled slowly. Confusion seemed to be etched on the Youth’s forehead.
“I see you are getting confused.” The old man decided to change tactics. He decided to make the young man understand in a different way.
“What do you feel? What do you think?” the old man gazed at him softly, his eyes urging him.
The young man looked at the starry sky, he looked at the beautiful full moon, neither silver nor gold yet something in between. For a while he let himself go, he let his steadiness of mind go and mingle around in his head. He inhaled the clear air and the fresh scent of grass. He got dizzy as he lost himself in the numerous stars splashed and scattered about. He was so small, the sky so big. The world so big. Where was the end to this sky? Was there an end? He left himself ponder about life. His life. A small melancholy feeling started to spread in his chest, a sad yet vibrant feeling.
“I feel like crying for some strange reason.” He said slowly, his face still up-turned towards the night sky.
“Then cry! There is no harm. Stop trying to fight your emotions. Let them wash over you. Stop resisting. Stop acting like a man. Cry, by all means cry!”
The young man spoke again, questioning the old man. “What am I? Look at the millions of stars, they are so beautiful, so mysterious. They are so perfect, they fit in just perfectly in to the vast sky. Just looking at up at it and wondering at its capacity, makes me dizzy. I am so small, so tiny, minute. I…I…there must have been…I…” he shut his eyes, overwhelmed. A single tear slipped down his cheek. He recalled his childhood, his village, his hardships, the change within him, his life. Was it for a reason? Was there a purpose in his life or was he a mere accident? All his hardships, all his deeds, his life be forgotten when he dies? Will that be it for him? It couldn’t just end like that.
And most importantly the thirst his soul had felt, the missing piece of the puzzle, the hollowness, the desire to know, the yearning, even the thought that there might be someone watching over him just all a mistake?
The broad-shouldered youth broke into sobs. He was nothing? Meaningless? No! His life had a reason! It had to! Ohh! He felt so small, like a child. He wanted be wrapped around in comfort or in some ones arms. He wanted love and attention. He wanted a purpose!
The old man left him alone, watching him carefully with his wise eyes.
It was quite a while after the youth had calmed down that the old man spoke.
“How do you feel son?”
“Peaceful.”
“Might you explain?”
The youth nodded. “I haven’t got it, but I reached out for the inkling within and grasped it. I’m on the right path.”
“Oh? Elaborate” The wise man said though he knew quite well.
The young man looked straight at the old man. “You asked me what believed. I believe there is a creator. By what name, what faith, I do not yet know. But I know He’s there. And since I wish so hard to know Him, to find Him, He shall guide me to Him. I’m in earnest. I’ll find the puzzle piece I’m looking for. I’ll come across many pieces but I’ll know which ones the right one. It’ll fit. I’ll have Inner Peace.”
~The End~
To make the right choices in life,
you have to get in touch with your soul.
To do this, you need to experience solitude,
which most people are afraid of,
because in the silence you hear the truth
and know the solutions.
-Deepak K. Chopra
