Living in a Trance 

I was doing a mundane chore today -ironing at home. I enjoyed the peace and calm, and it got me thinking. What has become of the world we live in?

There was a time when ironing meant using bulky irons filled with coil I think. They had to heat up slowly while we waited patiently. They were prone to shocks, so my dad would do it, and I would just watch. Even the istriwalla at the corner of the street was considered a luxury, and even he took his time with his coal iron.

Now, the iron box takes just a few seconds to turn on. It’s light, efficient, and does its job quickly. And yet, we are still not satisfied! we want the best iron, and now there is even an iron-free spray. Innovation doesn’t stop, and somewhere, it overwhelms me.

We want more, faster, better. But I feel we are born to be slow beings. There is a rhythm to each of us, unique in its own way, and this fast-paced life disrupts that rhythm. It removes our grounding and slowly turns us into unhappy people.

Do we even realize it? Perhaps not. Then who does? Maybe the people around us?

I see impatience growing within us. Waiting five minutes for a cab feels like too much, whereas growing up, we would cycle or wait for a bus that came when it came. Today, we complain about the weather 🙂 something that isn’t even up for debate.

Our need for instant gratification has quietly taken over us to the point that we are living in a trance.

I wonder what would happen if, for one day, everything stopped and life returned to the 1900s. Would we survive, or would we call that life a crisis?

Leaving you with this thought

Love and light

Bindu

Fixing is not love

I had an epiphany this morning.Drum roll, I am a fixer.

I try to fix things, even when it might hurt the very people involved.

That realization felt very unsettling.

I was advising my little brother, and he means the world to me.But somewhere along the way, my advice became controlling.

When I looked back, I saw it clearly. It was exactly what he didn’t need.

I paused and asked myself, what am I doing?

Pain and roadblocks are what make us stronger.

If we never learn to fall and get back up, we may end up living in fear of falling at all.

Isn’t that a scary way to live?

But that’s what we sometimes do.

We fix others because we love them.

In the process, we make them dependent and even weak.

Here is the harder truth I had to face.

Fixing someone without being asked isn’t always love.

Sometimes, it’s selfishness.

It makes us feel needed.

It gives us control.

But love doesn’t take over someone’s journey.

It allows.

Maybe what people really need isn’t fixing,

but gentle guidance, offered with compassion,

and the space to choose for themselves.

I apologized to him.

I realized I have to let him live his life and experience it fully.

Love, when not aware, can quietly turn into control.

I am glad I woke up to this.

Have you?

Light and Love ,

Bindu