Just for one minute, just for one minute I popped out of my room and saw Maa watching Anupama, where someone is telling her, I wish everyone had this blessing of memory loss.
Maa be like: I agree!
Okay, you want to forget?
As simple as this. You remember because you remember, nothing else.
I remember my first relationship – I was so sooo deep into the memories of it years after it got over, that I remembered the chats of our conversations for years. Years! And this is after I deleting all of those, with NO back-up at all.
At a certain point, I remember it happened in early 2019, I forgot everything. EVERYTHING.
As a matter of fact, very recently I was reading my book which I wrote early in 2019 and was going through a snippet of chat, and I was like, “Dude, I didn’t know I remembered all of this!”
There was once a saint who lived up there, in the mountains. To meditate. And think positive thoughts.
In the hut, just opposite to his, used to live a prostitute. Every day, she used to look at the saint and be inspired – as to this is how I should be living my life – filled with positivity, and thinking of God.
Meanwhile, the saint used to look at the prostitute’s house, and think about how she is ruining her life, how her life is terrible, and how he would never want a life like that.
Several years later, they both died.
Up in the clouds, it was decided that the prostitute will go to heaven and the saint will go to hell.
“Why, I was meditating whole day?” rebelled the saint.
Here’s what the administrators up there told them:
It is not what you do, it is what you are thinking about whole day, that makes the difference. While you were busy mocking the prostitute in your mind, she was busy idealising a meditative lifestyle.
It turns out, our thoughts actually run or ruin the world.
I drove 70KMs yesterday. All the way to Manesar to my place. Took 1.5 hours – typically less time, but it was good because the roads were empty, because of Sunday.
If we calculate the average speed, it is 45 KM per hour, as per this. However, did I drive at that speed?
Not at all.
Rather, for most part of the journey, it was 80-100 KM per hour, due to national highway being empty.
It was rather the slow movement at some traffic signals, that brought down the overall speed.
We all know this. We’ve all experienced this. We are at a place of accepting this.
However, this is what makes life go average: Small useless insignificant things done small number of times, come down to reduce the overall average of your phenomenal epic performance.
Our days, certainly, aren’t any different from those drives. The question that might help us, is: Are we setting ourselves up for the 100KM per hour drive, or the 20 KM per hour, that brings the huge average down?