Thursday 18 March 2010

On being possessive

There are times in your life, when you come across something so remarkably beautiful, so distinct, so full of soul that you want to own it right that moment. It could be anything, a picture, a building, a statue or may be a painting.. You want to own it not just because of its visual appeal and aesthetic value, but also because you want to be able to own the artist through his creation.

And then you want to destroy the artist, so that such an exquisite piece of art is never reproduced, for if it is, you would not only be sharing that artist's creation but also his soul with many others.

Most of us would not be happy with that. We are possessive, we are jealous. If we own something, we want it all to ourselves. Sharing does not seem easy. But what choice do we have???? At some point or the other we have to share our most precious possessions with others, whether we like it or not.

The person you love, lives far away from you.. There are miles seprating you from the one you wish to be with. Imagine how many things and people you share that special someone with.. the things that come in his direct contact, while you sit miles away picturing him at your doorstep..

The bed he sleeps on, while you stay awake all night thinking about him; the laptop he checks his email on, while you keep your inbox open waiting to receive an email from him; the people he lives with and talks to and shares a meal with, while you lose all interest in food; the colleagues he spends time with in office and shares a joke with, while you are dying to hear the sound of his laughter.. All these things and people take him away from you.. and force you to share him with them.. What can you do? Nothing I guess..

or may be you can forget all about it.. give him to the world from which he came..lose him in the universe but keep him alive within you as a part of your consciousness..

That is the only cure...