Locked psyche
You can be nowhere other than your home in this moment. Look around and you would find four walls, a work/study table in front, a window through which a distrusted flush of air is squeezing in, and a rugged reflection of yours in the mirror which has been scaring you for a while now.
Brains are locked and hearts are scared
Legs too.
Its only in some bizarre dystopian novel or a movie, you would have read or experienced the current day lifestyle. An average person who would have completed or toddling around one quarter of his life shall find looking out of the window or a tiny road trip alongside the roads of his city or his town, a let out of his frustrations, failures and frowning. With the current situation, the set of haunting thoughts concerning the questions like, “Where am I?”, “What am I doing with my life” are aggravated.
Imagine the life of an individual who is pressurized by the aspirations of life, confused at the cross-roads of the ethics and blinded by the virtue of honesty. A suffocation in the form of a tight suit is a constant in his life. Now, this guy was taken and put in a lift, as in an apartment lift. The lift, which is physically spacious enough for a person but the mental perception of it shrinks every day. Though with a tight suit, he comforted himself by walking along the nature or to the least, by staring at one of the branches of a huge fig tree near his house which swings in harmony with a smooth breeze. But contrarily, he is breathless with a probable outcome that there is a vast black vacuum out there on the other side of the lift. His fear for tomorrow introduced another fear called claustrophobia. This is not the same phobia where you go into a tunnel or fit inside a cupboard and find yourself unconscious as it sounds. This is a conscious and constant claustrophobia that stops the regulation of self-control. Now, he yearns for some place to rest to run away from the breathlessness that was created out of claustrophobia. There is no one except you. But that’s not it. Your mind would throw at you, in addition to the current breathlessness, a load of thoughts that were already piled up. This is where there is a good chance of you blacking out. Panic attack! Since your locked psyche is the ultimate destination to talk to, cry over or share, you were left with the only option to love it, comfort it and unlock it.
The ones with the opportunities are fearing for tomorrow and the ones without, for today.
Right now words like pleasure and delight are seldom used in expressing a reaction. One can only feel that something is a pleasure or delight if everything attached to it in the cause-effect cycle is flowing and happening as it should be and you take that for granted so that you can enjoy the present moment. For example, take an immigrant worker. He has a family at around 2000 kilometres away who constantly long for him to return though they knew that him, the only earning individual’s return, would cause famine for their family. Yet they continue to be happy because they took the fact for granted that he shall return one day (there are means and there is no pandemic). With no work in hand now and a difficult means of communication and connection, is there any hope left? a big NO. (Recently, a group of immigrant labor working in the construction of a national University threw stones at the police force. A clear example of locked psyche.) I take the liberty of attributing it to the fear that tribal communities nurture as a key to survival. Suddenly, the basics of the equations have changed. You are asked to look down a bit and decelerate your determination so that you don’t overlook the need for your survival and others. This is a time when you are asked not to run like you usually do but stop for a while and listen for the sake of existence. Could be a bit difficult for self-determined people. A sort of break to make you human and think about the basics. A sort of slap on face for the human intelligence that stepped on moon and tend to construct skyscrapers on mars. We kinda miss on some details in understanding certain concepts of control over nature. We think we have in us everything but the intelligence that we are talking of is, on a stratified manner, is dissipated slowly into the wants of prestige and having control over world. With the world power clouded over the thought process of nations, mistakes are inevitable.
The engine that runs the world needed a bit of servicing
The creativity inside you, me and every brother of ours is biased. The literature during world war 1 and world war 2 was mostly on the survival. To bloom tales that had the weaving of love and romance is being another world’s wish. I think everyone has to sacrifice something at the time of crisis. Unknowingly, we are giving up some valuable part of our creative intelligence. Too often I think about people who haven’t been given a chance to prove yet. What if the indefinite uncertainty in their lives is extended just like our lock-downs? The repercussions of a pandemic can have an unlimited possibilities but at an individual level, it could be an entire life. Can’t anything go right in my life? This question would certainly makes sense now and as a rational person, we would start using this phrase or a sigh productively with a valid reason from now on😐. Yes, you heard it right.
Welcome to the other side of the thought
We rarely think and talk about others. Indeed that is expected of us and considered as a desired behavior. Humanity was never an existent parameter in the equation of life with money and time racing against each other. The crisis demanded a part of our mind to show concern. To read the numbers on the screen and perceive the danger. To care for people who are neither knowing the reason for their death nor able to say goodbye to their loved ones. The corporate lifestyle engulfed with the cosmopolitan cosmetics on the top of our conversations sinned making us the pawns in its game. Eventually, on the way to become the same sinners, we were asked to halt for a while at the railway crossing till the slow moving wisdom train in front of us passes slowly. Yes, you need to stand and absorb what it tries to install. You got no choice.
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. … When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. — Haruki Murakami
When the locked psyche gets unlocked, you see a different version of it, an upgrade but for the good. You start caring for an individual. A story behind every story. A story between two headlines.
To unlock the locked psyche, love the inner you
