:Who will bell the cat?

What is it like to be truly at peace with oneself?

What is it like to be truly at peace with one's self?

I sit by the window and let the thoughts swirl by. Is that called being at peace?

Or is it lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling, enjoying the silence, ruptured only by the incessant mechanical sound of the ceiling fan?


Or is it watching the rain?

Life, is a strange thing.

People go around looking for miracles. They look up to someone who can achieve the impossible. Who can make the dead come alive. Or who can walk on water. But the miracle of life evades them. In their constant quest for their "idea" of immortality, they fail to see the immortality all around. In their constant quest for a miracle, they lose sight of the real miracle... they themselves.


It's depressing to see people losing faith in themselves. When a child is born, its glowering belief in itself gives it the beauty of innocence. Innocence is not being oblivious, innocence is not being ignorant... Innocence, is about having belief in oneself... one's self.

And as we grow older, we lose self belief. We become " realistic" or so they say. And we lose the one thing that we should value most... the one thing that sets us apart from any other type of animal... our ability to believe in our self. For it is this self belief that makes us achieve the impossible... scale the Everest, swim across the English channel, recover from the clutches of death. It is this belief that makes lame men start walking again, the deaf and blind create history. What would Helen Keller do pray... if her teacher and her parents had told her to just be realistic. What would Lance Armstrong do if his heart had told him to be realistic... he can never start cycling again let alone win.


Maybe one day we'll start believing in ourselves.

Maybe one day I'll start believing in myself.

Maybe.

G.K. Chesterton once said: "The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic assylums."

Maybe, We'll see the truth then.