Our True Selves + Story of the Swamp Deer and Us

A different way of seeing yourself… Seeing yourself in a different light- it would definitely show you the inner-most feelings that you’re trying to hide even from yourself. You may not even identify the person you really are. And that is the path where we all fail in loving ourselves- the true ourselves.

I had heard a long time back,

In the days of childhood,

The story of a swamp deer,

Who adored his lovely antlers,

Sitting atop his head.

This was the personality of his,

He really really adored,

But couldn’t see his flexible legs,

Because they were ugly.

He had a false perception of himself,

Which just covered his beauty,

He could no more see his real power,

The power that his legs beheld.

Once going through the forest by the lake,

Admiring the shadow of his lovely antlers,

The swamp deer heard the loud call,

Of the vicious predator wolves.

The voice came from nearby,

And the deer knew this time is so wry,

He started to run away from the voice,

But till then the wolves had got his trail,

And now were now behind their prey.

The swamp deer started running away,

And soon it seemed he had lost the wolves,

All thanks to his long flexible legs,

That gave him the power of running so well.

The swamp deer took a deep breath of relief,

But still in order to save himself,

Made an incentive to hide in the long bushes.

As he entered the bushes, everything went loose,

For his beautiful antlers got stuck in the bushes.

He tried, struggled to get them free,

But there was nothing he could do.

All his struggles were in vain,

And all of a sudden again came the howl.

It seemed as if the prey has been found again,

The swamp deer tried to get himself free,

He struggled even more and more,

And now even cursed God for his beautiful antlers.

The rest of the story goes like as what you can imagine,

The legs at first saved the swamp deer,

But his beautiful antlers brought him death,

For he could not accept himself fully,

He couldn’t know his real power,

That resided in his legs.

Similar is the case of us all,

We get a perception, we love ourselves,

For the image we have of us in our minds,

But the powerful truth resides in our feelings,

Within us, hence, it is time for us to embrace “us”.

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY-TALE

Movies- Especially those which claim(or are partly meant) to show some part of the real life….

Here’s my simple definition for those movies- false perception of something real!

The life projected by movies, by varied books, by those “successful” sort of people we envisage to be in our dreams– its all fake.

Because there is no life without problems… Problems even arise in the life of  that person who claims to be the happiest person in the whole world(well, I don’t think someone would go on bragging about something like that). That is the central point around which our life rotates.

Life is a blend of joys, gloom, love, hatred, beauty and drastic things. Life consists of the moments- the million moments, both happy and sad, both memorable and necessarily to be forgotten.

Why?

Because

LIFE ISN’T A FAIRY TALE…………

I have always heard of one particular quote about life- Life is as we take it… Huh? Complicated? Right!

So, instead of explaining some silly-billy quote, I would rather talk about the life which isn’t a fairy tale. Well even in fairy tale, the princesses and the fairies have to deal with villainous stuff:-

1. Rapunzel had to get across her evil guardian to meet the boy of her life.

2. Snow White had to go into deep sleep because of the evil plan of the wicked Queen.

3. Cinderella had to face the agony while living with her evil step-mother and her daughters.

Take any fairy tale- it isn’t an easy tale either.

So, how could we believe that the life is going to be full of happiness and joys and blossoms and love.

Well, those who believe so and those who defend the false projection of a life like this- you’re wrong. Be practical or psychological, theoretical or philosophical, spiritual or material, you’re definitely going to see through the dark curtain which makes you believe that someone’s life is perfect and makes you grieve for it.

Life isn’t a fairy “tail”

It is just like a boat’s first sail

How it floats on the water

With a hope of smoothness later

How it appears with a strong sweetness

But indeed it faces the water’s hardness

How it sets the sail forward

Of course it isn’t meant for the coward

How it moves, sets towards the destination

It doesn’t project the charm of the mansion

How it struggles in its path

Facing the natural wrath

Life isn’t always beautiful

It need one to be dutiful

Tackle the difficulties even if it is hard

Since it has to reach the final yard.