You can feel fire in the night lying here
Baby it’s like we’re walking on a
wire through the fear
Take my hand, we’ll get there
The fear inside, the hills we’ve climbed
The tears this side of
heaven, all these dreams inside of me
I swear we’re gonna get there
Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it,
Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it.
So goes Mat Kearney’s words which set the tune for Google’s ‘Google Zeitgeist’ – a now annual affair video where they turn back and throw a retrospective glance at the year bygone – and aptly so, it hits the bell bang.
As we experienced the just-gone set of 3,15,36,000 seconds comprising 2011 – either as an agent of something done, or a casual witness – one can’t but gape in awe the events that have come to pass. And with speed and quickness hardly ever before witnessed. Whether it be nations rising from under an oppressive regime, or the seemingly well-to-do-and-merry questioning the Status Quo. To either a people marching ahead asking for bare minimum of honesty to percolate in the processes of driving a country or be it the nations and its people facing, fighting, sinking, rising to natural challenges abound – from where the stories of courage, dignity, incessant pursue-al, emerge and touch the vessels of our heart with warmth unknown as it plants an Orange sized lump in our throat.
One thing’s for sure: The cycle of evolution of our shared human experience on this blue-green dot surely went speeding up in the year we just sent-off.
So long, 2011. Take care.
Where one can write of miles long lines of words expounding the past and place dotted expectation-lists for the future. We at Enlightenment prefer to differ. We, hereon, shall use this space to make certain wishes. Wishes- for you, for us, for the entire spectrum animate and in-animate things – all of whom/which are on an inexplicable journey to get someplace somewhere.
Here goes:
May we adopt the phrase ‘Thank you’ as our most cherished Prayer.
May we realize the fallibility of our ‘Verbosity off Fleeting Bursts of Emotions’, aka. – ‘Opinions’ and learn to not place so much onto them.
May we learn to look inside of us to begin the search of an Honest government, an Honest person, an Honest nation. And make this inner-search the greatest one ever adventured.
May we be blessed with the timeless self-realization – ‘As many Faiths, that many Paths’ – and make our insides rise above the squabble off exterior variance to unveil the Divine Oneness of the interior.
May we learn to wake up everyday with a smile adorned our lips, an harmony vibrating our ears, a sweetness caressing our tongue, a fragrance embracing our nose and a cloudy touch cuddling our skin. And take the energy derived from this experience to wherever we go during the day.
May we learn to appreciate our co-travelers on this journey to such an extent that we rise beyond Envy, Spite, and Belligerence.
May we glean the know-how to quiet our Ego down. And, with it, quiet down the relentless mental chatter and familiarize ourselves with blissful quietude of desireless calmness.
May we enable ourselves to take better care of our health. And understand our bodily rhythm better still – For, our body is the greatest organic machine ever invented.
May we come in possession of the discretion which makes us ‘do’ things. For, the things are to be ‘done.’ Done, at that, delinked from the outcomes it is supposed to beget. And do more things with tireless rigor.
May we teach ourselves to:
Think less and Feel more.
Frown less and Smile more
Talk less and listen more
Judge less and Accept more
Watch less and Do more
Complain less and Appreciate more
And beyond all
Fear less and Love more.
These next set of 3,16,22,400 seconds – mind you, it’s a leap year- are for us to grow, for us to flourish, for us cultivate – a sense of belonging with ourselves unknown yet, a perception of interconnectedness unfelt yet, a view which pars all that’s conventional – for us to dive to the depth of our discovered and undiscovered dimensions and turn up with pearls of wisdom – many of which already embellish the pages of ancients texts – and put ourselves on the trajectory to Accession. Set this momentary anxiety aside, for, as the opening phrase suggests – ‘Sooner or later, I swear we’re gonna make it, we’re gonna make it.’
From all of us here, this New Year, wish you the best of you.
Welcome, 2012.
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