One with oneself

In the world that thrives along the fast lane, surrounding oneself with their closest pals may be a sort of escapism to help ease out the dizziness resulting from moving at an incredible pace, blindly at competition with one another, ignorant of neither the destination nor the aftermath, let alone give the aspect some thought, and most importantly become one with the river of others, perpetually flowing towards something of greatly abstract nature, put together in a seven lettered word which might as well be the parameter of one's evaluation in the civilisation-success.

But as I have today discovered, there is another pathway, a secret tunnel (or something which is brutally simple that it is overlooked upon all the time), an ever open passage labeled "escapism" in bold, but incessantly ignored almost always-being one with oneself.

Yes, that is exactly what might make you go "Is that all?", Or "Do I smell something cooking? Oh! Its philosophy ripped off of some nameless scholar from a lost age." But worry not, for you shouldn't be blamed. I too was one among you all, who out rightly dismissed the concept even without a split second of second thought, calling it a philosophical nuisance.

However, as it turns out, there is a great deal of significance which weighs down this idea that it stoops so low that one never finds it if searched for, sheltering those seeking eyes with the roof of one's flattened palm, whilst looking at the horizon, only to find nothing and be reassured with the greatly expected disappointment.

We usually restrict the idea of introspection to guilty conscience-whether it was right to leave while Darren had asked you to watch over his empty seat for two eternal minutes, which was excessively laborious for you since wasting two whole minutes doing something unbelievably petty and insignificant was just not to your satisfaction.

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As a matter of fact, if dug deeper, this concept of introspection is as vast as it can get, because spending time with ten others is any day easier than spending time exploring oneself and learning a whole lot about a whole new side of yourself which you previously never knew existed.

I did try this. I had two hours to spare and Ms. Exhaustion whispered to me, "You aren't going to roam, darling. Not today." and surrendering to this seemingly sedulous sweetheart, I obliged. It was the lakeside which I generally go to with a person with whom I talk inside out of and about the world but not today, I had a person to explore and time to kill, and one of the benches under the shade comfortingly beckoned to me, towards which I subconsciously marched, placed my humongous bag by the side and sat down with a sigh, which strangely placed me on top of the world regardless of the fact that there stood trees towering, whose omnipresent branches seemed to hug the evening sky, whose response, in return, was probably the enchanting gentle breeze, whose nature was so genteel that it could unquestionably lull a monster to repose and later wink while bragging about it.

The fountain was perpetual and seemed to connect the earth to the sky, which looked like a portal to some far off undiscovered paradise. Birds chirped and flew across the evening sky and shrubs beautified the petite garden; Who said you could fall in love only with a human being? The scenery was nothing short of a sorcery, spellbinding anyone who took the care to notice. But enough of my description now- I seem to go on an endless appreciation spree when I encounter something worth the appreciation.

People swarmed the place and yet I was alone. (Not lonely, mind you; alone was I) and that was the beauty of it. As my mind sunk with indulgence within myself, what I did feel was something that wasn't really expected-a connection to something greater; something of the highest wisdom incomprehensible, something to which you can converse with even without having to utter a single word, something that reassures you that everything in this world are connected to each other and world as a whole, something in whose presence if basked, fills one with inexplicable bliss and nurses the aching and confused mind. It was the soul of the world - nature herself. (I prefer to refer to her as a feminine entity, since I believe that a combination of love, forgiveness, beauty and grace cannot be anything apart from female.)

She seems to talk to only those who make an effort to converse with her and leaves signs for the others to decipher. Time seemed irrelevant as I enjoyed the experience there, which is downright impossible for me to pen down for it is something otherworldly or maybe our highly advanced language is just primitive to express the higher wisdom, and a sense of belonging to nature herself as we quite often forget that we all are nothing but offshoots of something supreme and the interconnection is inseparable. This connection one feels with the world is simply the exact same connection one feels when - One is with oneself.