"Cause when you showed Me, Myself , you know, I became sAomeone else"- In the Sun, Coldplay ft Michael Stipe
I’ve realized something about myself-that it does not take a lot to make me Happy or, for that matter, Sad. Call it good or bad? But why call it anything at all? Why be of an opinion? Why opine? Why call it anything at all, but just what it IS, just a characteristic truly?
Why not be neutral, like water? Let things “be” just like they are; without tarnishing them with a film of judgement?
I try to not have an opinion. See things in the moment. Live in the present.
But because I talk of it like a knowing practice, it’s surely something that doesn’t come naturally . However, I try, because I know its worth.
To see things and people for what they are, just like they are in that moment of time, without concluding anything about them is truly a virtue. To believe even remotely that you know what they entail is detrimental. What becomes more existential is our short-sightedness than the opinion drawn.
Opinions change. To label anything or anybody would only destabilise us if our label is mismatched. It pains to have people not meet up with your expectations. But inspecting this statement closely, the defeat stems from the existence of a pre- conceived opinion.
Water neither corrodes like acid nor emulsifies like oil. A tentative to live without opinions would expose the world as an iridescent vista before us. It would be like sipping water off a water-fall, running bare footed in velvet green, undulating fields, plucking strawberries and sitting under the shade of a tree. It is much like the archetypal painting of children- Mountains, Smiling sun tucked between one central valley, a brook that runs just beneath his nose and flowers (of course) in their blossom, spanning the length of the paper.
