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Imprisoned within the invisible cage

I meet all kind of people all the time. Love 'em. They intrigue me. Knowing, observing and analysing them comes to me naturally.
Some open up easily. Some push me away. Some wait and watch and test before giving away in increments.
Sometimes I come across someone that doesn't know the existence of the 'invisible cage'. What is this invisible cage ? We live with it, and operate within the framework it lays for us. Hinduism describes that cage as "AHAM", but you and I know it more as "ego". I think of Ego as a useful engine, but it needs a driver for steering. A powerful engine without an equally powerful driver drives aimlessly , and could even be self-destructive. They miss their goals, repeatedly. According to Hindu Philosophy the Goal of Self Realisation may be achieved by surrendering ego and merging with Self. The road to happiness begins with the giving up of the notion of ego.

Now, the reason I'm writing this is because, from meeting people, I realise what the ancient scripts said, is so true. The most stressed out, unhappy and lonely people are the ones with enormous egos . They block out not only people, but ideas, and experiences. Their path to self realisation is long and whiny. On the other hand ,the ones that drive themselves and not let their egos drive them - keep on achieving what they really what and are happier.
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Nothing but "Ficus" said…
ego.. so much has been said about it already, but somehow, i like the damn thing. I mean, I can be modest, and I am naturally sweet, neverthless, I would die if I didn't have an ego. I go through life knowing that I am better than lots of people around me..I just know it..sound very arrogant, i know..but thats not intentional. Ofcourse, it isnt right to bring issues of egoism in family or friendship or love,but otherwise I feel ego is an essential object, specially in a country not yours by birth. My feeling of superiority over others, does help me loads... modesty, selflessness, teachings of fourth standard moral science textbooks my friend..welcome to the real world :)


ps - while this above was my personal opinion( and in no way the right one), i think u write on issues i dunno if i will ever write..however i would love to keep reading urs and commenting. ;) great job. keep at it!
March 11, 2007 at 8:01 PM
Nothing but "Ficus" said…
lol..just realized how many I's the above post has. Man...I am full of it!!! :D
March 11, 2007 at 8:07 PM
Geetali Sharma said…
Simple, short, to the point. I like this post 'cause I completely agree.
August 26, 2009 at 5:38 PM
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