My Mother

Mystical Series : IV

 

 

She passed on about 20 years ago. I wasn't talking to her from about 10 years before that, but I was at her bedside, the day before she died.

 

It had always been a relationship that was founded as much on trust as it was on a rational understanding. I seemed to have thought so anyway, especially after my father had passed on when I was twelve.

 

My relation to my mother was the basis of my identity as an individual. This was essentially an experience of the passions. It inculcated a general social conscience and diminished any keen reasoning sense to learn and understand new things. The guide wasn't unreasonable. At a young age we try to absorb as much as possible of the social experience and we don't stop to question every suggestion and nuance.

 

I had grown to be too trusting by the time I was twenty years of age and suddenly found that I couldn't stop and had no other way other than to drift along with the general herd of society. But I came to realize that I didn't have the attitude to be a follower. So I broke away.

 

This eventually led to a condition of taking greater responsibility for myself, speaking my own mind and channeling my energies to the things I wanted to achieve. It ended well enough and I find today that I have become my own teacher on the mysteries of life and its processes.

 

If I had to do it all over, will I change anything? I don't think so. Our lives combine with our loves as much as our minds to cast a unique path for each person. It reaches out to cultivate the identity of the individual. It seeks to know itself. That's a call many would find impossible to resist.

 

I think I came recently to put my relations with her in perspective. Wherever she is today, I believe she moves to find her own place. Sometimes I think she might even be reading my writings. I seem to recall  her easy going manner and sense of humor about things. I hope my writings may bring a smile of understanding to her lips.

 

 

 

Reviews

[MOON]

Lovely heartfelt write , we all on a journey to ourselves and those who have passed on I am sure understand that . Written with great love

[Sagar Waingankar]

A bond that can never mean to set a piece across! A true and pure relation between a son and his mother! Everyone is quite definite before moving forward, if they aren't, they can't just move but they do! You are responsible indeed for every action that came out of you! A call will be answered with much respect and affection! Beautiful write!