The Mighty Sheet

Mortals are hedonists. And I am a mortal. We like our comforts and strive to make our lives happier by doing things that would steer us from harm’s way… More so from Pain’s way. All of us are egocentric and it is just the degree that varies. With the exception of the enlightened who were able to transcend such attributes which we so dearly associate our lives with. I am not perfect. I am a mere mortal. I am not detached enough to live life and not be moved by it. And my guess is that you aren’t either.  

There are times when your body is weak and tired but your mind is waging a war. You lie down but the Sandman has not yet bestowed his mercy on you.. Not until you are so lost in your thoughts that your mind decides that sleep, the panacea, is the best possible remedy for your ailing soul; albeit temporary but it works well. One such time I found myself staring straight into the white expanse in front of me.. It was dark but Lune and her silent shiny friends seemed to mock me through the blinds; enough to light up the room and my mind.

Suspended Animation? Possibly. When your mind idly peruses your past casually projecting random excerpts into the fore.. Like a log drifting sluggishly in the backwaters.. My hands move as if programmed to do so, pulling the sheets over my head... Sheets which had the power to ward off ‘evil monsters’ in our nascent years.. which could save us from the ‘ghost under the bed’… the companion to all our clandestine post bed-time adventures. The Mighty Sheet.

I stop to think. Is it that easy? To just give into to the warmth and lose oneself in the halcyon lands that follow suit. The Sheet, my Excalibur which could shield me from the quagmire that life has become.. It would have been if the mind was not marred by the several conflicts resulting from our actions or the situations we place ourselves in.. Life poses several questions.. Searching for the answers is like trying to find something in murky water. You don’t know if you will find it. Worse; you don’t know what you will find. We all want to be happy. It is the basic driving force of our existence. Take that away and everything falls apart.

They say you get to live only once. Some say you move on to assume multiple lives to satiate your soul. The versions are several and we opt for whichever keeps us happy. You can pull the sheet over your head and give in thinking that maybe tomorrow will be a beautiful day. Or you can try and reach for what makes your heart sing and have no regrets later.  Nothing is a given and that is the axiom of life. Times have changed and so have you. The mighty sheet which overcame everything in the past will not be able to prevail against the gimmicks of your mind… The Gimmicks of your choices.