Stories for the Soul

A Journey to the Center of the Soul – Part 10

The early morning breeze brought in its wake, a faint aroma of spices and…cooking! People! The boy jumped in joy. There were people somewhere nearby!

After weeks of toiling through the wilderness, the boy had, at last, reached the kind of civilization, which he was familiar with. This very part felt like a homecoming of sorts.

Summoning every ounce of his energy, the boy walked faster through the valley, and very soon, reached the place where he saw a bunch of huts huddled together. There were few people outside since the village was still waking up to the call of the sun. They noticed the boy the minute he stepped out of the fields.

He must have been quite the sight, because the people quickly ran towards the boy to help him move into the village. A thorough wash, filling meal, and restful nap were enough the get the boy’s spirits together again. He began to explore the village, meeting and chatting with people, on the way.

“I can see you are on a journey, young fellow,” said an old man. He was tall, strong, dressed in whites, with a matching beard that flowed right down to his chest. What got the boy’s attention was the staff the old man held in his hand. A staff that was no different from the one the boy was holding in his own hand.

“And I can see you have been on a similar journey, sir,” the boy told the old man, who smiled in reply. With a hint of foresight, the boy asked the old man what lay ahead in his journey.

“Well…” began the old man. “What lies ahead depends on the road you wish to take. You can opt for the adventure-filled one, or the smooth ride.”

The boy didn’t have to think twice about it. He had learnt well enough through his experiences. He neither wanted to live an adventure-filled life, nor did he want to live a life that was devoid of adventure. “Is there no path that has a bit of both?” he asked.

The old man laughed, eyes twinkling merrily. “There is a path for every desire. As you wish, so shall it be.”

If only wishes were horses, thought the boy. He was doubtful over the results of wish-making. It sounded magical, and therefore, impossible. The idea of wish-making also made it sound as if people who suffered, wished for it to happen. “People don’t wish to fall sick, fall into debt, fall out of control, or fall at all. Yet, all of this happens. Choosing a smooth path will not stop me from falling. Neither will choosing an adventurous path keep me away from suffering. Things happen irrespective of our desire. Then, what is the whole point in making a wish? The rivers, the trees, the birds and the beasts, they just flow with the way of Nature. As should we,” the boy said.

“And yet, not all rivers reach the ocean, not all saplings grow to become trees, not all birds and beasts live to their age. What do you think happens when things like this happen? What do you think happens when journeys that have begun do not get completed?”

The boy recollected dry river beds, dried saplings, hunted birds and beasts, and then he imagined himself settling down somewhere, in some place without completing his journey. “I will not get back home,” he said. “And neither will the rivers, the saplings, the chicks and the pups. When we do not complete our journey, we do not get to go back home.”

The old man broke into a grin. “Life is a circle, and it takes a journey to get back to home. When left incomplete, the cycle of life gets broken, leaving a sense of unfulfillment lingering behind. Imagine the situation if the seasons didn’t follow their cycles.”

“Eternal summer! Untimely rains! That would be the end of the world!”

The old man pointed towards the dying daylight. “As it is with day and night. Day is a journey that leads into another journey called the night, which gets back onto the pathway of light. What happens if there is an eternal day or night?”

The boy shuddered. “The night brings with it the peace of rest and calm. The day calls for action. We need both to thrive well. So, there can be none without the other.”

“That is why the Earth makes way for both the day and the night.”

“She wishes us well.”

“For she is our mother.”

The boy thought of the mother in his village, whose desire to see her daughter live well, had seen her through her struggles with the sick child, who was now on her road to recovery. He thought of his own mother, whose desire to see him grow up healthy had led her towards her own recovery. He thought of Mother Nature, the creator of everything, and he thought of her desire, her desire to see her creations through. He owed her one. He owed his mother one. He owed himself one.

“It takes a desire, a wish – to live, to thrive, to grow, to journey, to get back home, to complete the cycle of life. Wish-making causes the magic of well-being to manifest itself.”

The old man raised his staff in acknowledgement, as did the boy.

Dear Reader,

Wish-making is not just for the witches, the shamans and the druids. All of us make wishes all the time – that house, that car, that job, that vacation – everything that has happened is the result of wish-making. Values and talents like hard-work, creativity, good health are the tools that move us towards our wishes. Wish-making is nothing other than the simple science of how our brain takes us to the destinations we desire.

It makes sense then, doesn’t it, that we learn the art of wish-making. For wish-making can be the trickiest art to master.

Since the universe follows the grand rule of there is no one thing without the other, you could end up buying that awesome house you wished for and yet, not have the time to enjoy your life in this beloved space. When you wish for a house, also wish for a house where you raise a healthy family, or spend relaxing days. Remember, it is your presence in the house that makes it a home.

Always complete the wish that you make. For it is completion that takes you home, home to your sense of fulfillment.

Here’s to successful wish-making!

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