Being...

A busy road on Tuesday afternoon, too many people, too many characters, all part of someone else's play.

A theater packed to its capacity, rejoicing men and women over a beautifully shaped act of someone else!

A typical office comprising different personalities, good, bad, ugly… but everyone under a mask!

A parliament full of adults deciding over the fate of country, all merely puppets tied somewhere by invisible strings.

A temple full of worshipers, praying to the god to help become someone else!

And a small school full of children, everyone appearing to be rude and disgusting may be, someone fighting, someone crying, beautifully dressed but in a naked persona of their own!

Since the history of mankind is remembered, everyone has been striving to be someone but not himself.

To be what someone himself is, is by no means an easy job. It could be harsh, painful, threatening even.

Presenting your very true personality is probably more difficult than roaming around without clothes.

For clothes only cover up the physical features, but very own personality could be far more intriguingly aggressive and unwatchable.

It’s a basic need of a human being to be presumed by others as part of the group.

Now depending on the group one likes, one has to take on different hoods and paint their skin in different colors.

Not because it’s impossible to be your own self but cause it may not be acceptable for your peers.

Basic mistake we all make I assume is that we choose our peers before choosing our colors and clothes.

Small children, who don’t really care about being accepted in a group, always smiling, wear their own hoods.

Over the years we knowingly or unknowingly change or repaint the hoods and in the end wonder where the smile vanished!

‘Being’ is a basic need! Being you is a true act of courage.

Reciting words of Ayan rand…

“It is not in the nature of man—nor of any living entity—to start out by giving up, by spitting in one’s own face and damning existence; that requires a process of corruption, whose rapidity differs from man to man. Some give up at the first touch of pressure; some sell out; some run down by imperceptible degrees and lose their fire, never knowing when or how they lost it. Then all of these vanish in the vast swamp of their elders who tell them persistently that maturity consists of abandoning one’s mind; security, of abandoning one’s values; practicality, of losing self-esteem. Yet a few hold on and move on, knowing that that fire is not to be betrayed, learning how to give it shape, purpose and reality. But whatever their future, at the dawn of their lives, men seek a noble vision of man’s nature and of life’s potential.”