DAY FIVE: April A-Z Blogging Challenge 2015
Herman Melville, “Billy Budd, Sailor”
Enduring the darkness and emerging into the light:
The seed buried in winter’s frost seems dead to outward view. Snow and frost seem to obliterate all signs of life on the ground. And yet when spring arrives, shy saplings tentatively push through the ground, life stirs again and the world changes in the blink of an eye. How much do we really know about the workings of the mind ? Psychology conducts studies on it and psychiatry treats disorders arising from it. They are both brain-based disciplines that have brought relief to many people, by the medication or counselling they provide. However, they also have a symptomatic approach, dealing with issues as and when they arise, while the roots of the mind might lie much deeper, being embedded in that vast field of human life termed ‘consciousness‘.
The previous post mentioned about the ‘dark night of the soul‘, those times in one’s life when there is a sense of acute disconnection and weariness of heart and mind. Periods of darkness that seem never-ending. Coleridge describes this achingly in his poem , ‘The Rime of the Ancient Mariner’, a poem about death, decay, regeneration and atonement.
No matter what the reason why minds may plunge into such darkness, no matter whether they are ignored or slighted, labelled or condemned, medicated or diagnosed, it is a fact that ultimately, recovery can happen only from inner reserves and mental resolve. It is possible, however acute the darkness, or long drawn out the struggle, because within the human being are reserves of power and the means to regenerate, provided one is willing.
The mind is a mysterious entity. The ‘why‘ of the mind leads us deeper into a never-ending labyrinth, it is a trap. Leave it to the philosophers and the ‘mentalists’ to unravel it! It is better to focus on the ‘what‘ and the ‘how‘. During seasons of darkness, when sometimes even the will to live might be dimmed, do nothing and be a witness. Under the garb of darkness, the different parts of the mind somehow get organised into something new, something that has more depth and understanding and will percolate into the surface mind gradually. This time of darkness when endured, will lead to the emergence of the self in a new mould. There is light at the end of the tunnel. Emancipation is at hand. Just do not give up yet!
© Lakshmi S. Menon & VOICE’nVIEWS