My mind has been
numbed by inactivity. Even the 'Medium difficulty Sudoku' seem hard to solve,
for my mind is fluttering in many directions while I attempt to
decipher the puzzle. The clouds of doubt and negativity are
slowly receding, I can sense that I'm growing stronger mentally. I can feel the clarity in my thoughts, and know that they will reflect in my
writings.
In my previous post
I decided to 'just write', and to do that in a posh manner. As I
usually would, I sent it to one my friend expecting criticism.
He was kind enough to praise my effort, but suggested that it was
'didactic'. He asked me to write about how I feel, instead of preaching.
Coming to think of
it, how do I feel?
The question brings
to my mind, the visual of master Bruce Lee teaching a kid to 'feel' in
the movie “Enter the Dragon”. I feel sometimes good,
that I'm taking some time off to relax. With so much time at hand, I'm reading but not enough and not at the rate of my
expectation. Having filled my shelves with books, I wonder 'when am I going to finish reading all these books?'.
I was under the impression that
fiction was far more superior than non-fiction. As all the life lessons are told in a story form. I was convinced there was
no need to read self-help and other material. I couldn't have
been more wrong. Without self-help books it is hard to raise
one's self esteem. People are busy with their own lives
these days, and thus fail to see a struggling soul and lend their helping
hand.
Pragmatic thinking is necessary to move
up in the world, and solve personal issues. It is necessary to grow as a human. I believe,
growing to be more humane is the sole purpose of life. (I can't stop being didactic :))