Weekend Musing : 1/n
Not so social, social media
My relationship with social media has been toxic, abusive, and addictive. ( Haha, sounds like an intoxication, I know)
I used to post about everything and anything on social media while in college without thinking twice about it. After a while, I had to face the consequences of it. A few of my close friends also warned me about my usage and attitude towards social media. This resulted in me not using social media for months together, and also eventually, I was alright with not using it. It helped me channel my energy and realize that not everyone needs to know about my life. The ones who care about me know about my life and attempt to keep a check on me regardless of my social media presence. Fast forward to today; I do post a lot on social media but am very mindful of the type of content I share and with whom I share the same. And again, social media has also made me realize that all that glitters isn’t gold.
I have faith in him. The Almighty
“How’re you doing, Aarya?”
“I’m good!”
“How’re you REALLY doing, Aarya?”
“Meh. The boat of my life has been sailing in rough waters lately. Very rough waters. Trust me.” I thought to myself.
“YESS, duh. Life isn’t a piece of cake, but it’s good.”
I continue with my day, but then I find myself thinking of the above conversation. Was I lying to them or myself? Is my life actually going GOOD? No, not really. Career, family, personal issues, and health all seem to be in a mess. So was I being optimistic or lying. I think it was my belief in him — the Almighty. Nothing seemed alright. Nothing at all. But I knew, and I know that there are better things ahead planned for me.
In Devdutt Pattanaik’s My Gita, I read that not the karma but the intentions behind the karm matter. I know that my intentions have been pure with all my heart and soul. I need not worry about the outcomes.
“Bhagwan hai na”
“Bhagwan sab theek kar denge”
My faith in him grew more profound in 2020 when the pandemic was at its peak. The pandemic not only took a toll on my physical health but also deteriorated my mental well-being. At that point in life, God helped me in umpteen ways. I was overwhelmed, shattered, and at my lowest at that point in life. It didn’t mean I stopped struggling, hustling, or fighting. It meant that I was free from the attachment of the outcome. And nothing felt more liberating than this feeling.
Is having faith in God a sign of weakness?
BIG NO. Why?
Because it has only made me stronger always, the fact that he is there by my side helps me be self-sufficient and reliant. The faith has also helped me understand that people will and shall disappoint if we expect something from them, be it the most basic and apparent expectations. I, now, am comfortable with my own self in both joys and sorrows. Nothing holds me back- not humans, emotions, money, nothing. It makes me so much more at peace with myself. This journey is obviously not all sunshine and rainbows but has definitely made me comfortable with myself.
Fin.
