Maybe Still There is No Control Over the Mind
The world is not very big, maybe big. But the life of people here is not big. Looking at the maximum life expectancy, a person can usually live up to 100 years. 100 years is not too much. If you look at a year from beginning to end, you will see how short time is. As soon as a new year passed, the new year came again. A maximum of 100 years one by one. This time seems short to me. People cannot travel much in this short time. Can’t travel too many countries. Can’t read too many books.
But in this short time people can think infinite thoughts. One can experience infinite travel and meditation, which will not end in 100 or 200 years, but in thousands of years. He can create worlds within the world of his imagination. But there is no control in that thought. The thought continues in its own flow. There is no possibility or impossibility.
Our body is also not out of this thought. Whatever our thoughts think or want to think, our body also responds in that direction. Sometimes some thoughts give us strength and courage, some thoughts make us completely twisted. At that very moment, we seek a safe haven. Find two ears to tell yourself. Look for two eyes to look into your own eyes. But this seems to be the rule of creation, we do not find the right existence at the right time. Some gaps remain.
Just at that moment, I suddenly remembered the sacrifice and mutual relationship of the blue whales drowned in the deep sea. As long as he lives, he lives together with his mates and dreams of survival. And when he dies, he hides himself from everyone and gives himself to unknown creatures in the deep sea.
I remembered again how a small ship can resist in a huge stormy sea. It seems that the sailor takes no retreat. He has no doubts like me. So maybe he is not afraid of the rough waves of the sea. So maybe with so much courage, the struggle to stay right continues.
But why am I not brave like them? Why can’t I put my emotions aside and look forward? Is it my mistake? Or weakness? I want to fight the high and low waves of life like the sailor of that turbulent. No retreat can stop me.
