THE BOX

Positivity. Is it just a word to fabricate our flaws? Every time we feel low when there is a disturbance in our way of life, a void is created. A void ploughed in our contended life. We are meant to fill this void with what they call ‘Positivity’. But a certain period is certainly required to accept that a part of us is supposed to get used to this emptiness. Acceptance of impermanence. That is how we grow.

We encounter only those circumstances that we are shaped for. Some of them have the ability strengthen this quality of self-reliance. They are the ultimatum and are considered as mundane. On the other hand, we are suited to be reliant on others or each other to be solaced. But why? Are we conditioned to get this comfort or are we told to assume that this comfort is a necessity?

We live in a such a contradicting world. They hearten you by saying you can overcome the hardship all by yourself and they also say you are obligated to get some help. We all fight these silent wars against those voices. Is it a wise choice to be self-reliant or to seek help. And there are few just show up saying “All you need is positivity”. What is the absolute positivity? How can everyone have indistinguishable interpretation of positivity? Many such ideas are imposed on us. Let’s take a moment here and visualize. When we were kids, we were not exposed to the ideal world. We were always protected from learning the cruelty of the society. We grew up and learned. We learned the basics of life. But did we question what we were taught? No, our minds were conditioned from the time we were born. We were presumed to think a certain way, to learn what was printed on the sheets, to behave a certain way and only then you were to be well received by the society. This toxicity grew as we grew up but we were too blinded. The same society we thrived to fit in, is the one that ploughs the void in you. It is a naked truth. Once you widen your insight, you see this truth, the one that wrecks foundation of your beliefs. What are we surviving for? Is it for ourselves or to fit ourselves in this society?

The one who lost is the one who knows the sweetness of the bitter. This journey that we all chose is more or less walking on a narrow path where nobody knows what awaits us. Down the line, as we walk, we tremble and see a few fall the shake. As we march towards the destination, for few, the path is all a veil of roses and for few, it is of thorns. And as a consequence, we walk along, holding hands to share each others’ burdens. That comfort, I call it “home”. Very few are fortunate to preserve this comfort unlike few of us. Out of all those that we held hands, that one soul which bestowed a purpose of life on us and to see the same turn into ashes in front of you is a spirit-wrenching circumstance. The gravity of loss, a grave loss, leaves you questioning your beliefs. You mourn to the air hoping it is heard. And you mourn till you shrivel. That decay in your breath compels you to swallow your surrounding. In that split second you are liberated from the perception of loss. You realize that it is never a loss till your lungs are filled. You age as a human as you outgrow your loss. A loss that is engraved in your thoughts as a relic. And in the end, your thoughts are just a mere reflection of reality and your perception makes your reality and your perception is carved by your experience.