The Peace Seeker
Posted on Sunday, 14 October 2012 and filed under Scrolls of Inspiration , Spirituality and Mental Science , Sukhbir Cheema , . You can follow any responses to this entry through theRSS 2.0 . You can leave a response or trackback to this entry from your site
One day, I grew so tired of life that I quit my job, took out my savings and went to the Himalayas. I reached India, took a train ride, then a bus and finally travelled by foot. My goal was the highest peak in the Himalayas, Mount Kailash.
I bathed in the Lake Manasarovar and then walked slowly for days, with little food to eat, little sleep. I was exhausted, but I wanted to be at the peak.
Finally, after days, I reached the peak and I sat at the top and admired the beauty of creation. Down below me were vast valleys of hills and mountains and far in the horizon I saw an eagle fly. I screamed out loud and I heard my echo bounce back right at me. Seven times I heard it as I screamed again, louder and louder this time.
Finally, after days, I reached the peak and I sat at the top and admired the beauty of creation. Down below me were vast valleys of hills and mountains and far in the horizon I saw an eagle fly. I screamed out loud and I heard my echo bounce back right at me. Seven times I heard it as I screamed again, louder and louder this time.
Then, I pitched my tent and slept. The next morning I was awoken by an old renunciate. He told me in his broken English, "Go back."
I was dumbfounded. I replied, "I can't. This is where I want to be."
He slapped me on my head and said, "Fool. You travelled for days, far and wide, forgetting that the peace you seek is within your heart. Go back and experience it."
Angered, I shouted at him for disturbing my peace and pitched my tent further away. Now, as days passed, weeks, months, and 2 years, I have been surviving by hunting snow rabbits and eagles. Yet, I was discontented with life. At one point, I thought I would be happy living in the mountains when I lived in the city. Now that I was here in the mountains, I missed the sight and sound of the city.
The renunciate came back to me. Again he tells me, "Go back."
I did what he told me to. I saved money by working in a factory in Darjeeling for a year, took a flight and came back home. Now that I was home, I missed the smell of the mountains. I grew tired of the city. The sight and sound of it made me feel sick again. And once again, I dreamt of travelling.
One day, as I stared out of the window of my apartment overlooking the city, I realised that I can never find peace. Instead, I can only MAKE peace with the fact that I can never be satisfied with anything I have. I laughed at my foolishness, made myself a lemonade, played Bob Marley and enjoyed the sight and sound of the city I was once tired of. I was at peace, finally....
NOTE:
All of the characters in this story and the story itself are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any real people or circumstances is purely coincidental.
Author: Sukhbir Cheema
Copyright © 2012 Sandhya Maarga Holistic Living Resources
Holistic Living Annex (OCTOBER 2012)
Copyright © 2012 Sandhya Maarga Holistic Living Resources
Holistic Living Annex (OCTOBER 2012)
2 Responses for “ The Peace Seeker”
Leave a Reply
Inspirational Gallery
Good article. Short yet meaningful. Keep it up!
Thank you Arasu :)