...AS YOU LOVE YOURSELF (A personal Conversation).

I am about to get all mushy today, but I know it is for the best of my feeling and frame of soul. So I urge you my mind to pay attention. I beseech you my soul to listen, and I plead with you my spirit to be in oneness with my whole being.

Much of anger, enough to corrode your body has been discovered in you. Much of self pity enough to stagnate a ship has been found within you. Much of bitterness enough to land you in hell has been harbored within you. Why? Are you not aware, oh my soul, that from the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. And are you not aware that the words, and actions you have pronounced at this state is hurting those around you?

Take a look, you my memory. Reminisce the past days when I glowed with innocent and unadulterated beauty. Something splendid shined through my smile. It echoed in my laugh. It was reflected in my innocent confused look. Even the young ones noticed it. They always swarm around me like a shoal. My glory affected them and for the seniors, my budding charisma infected them.

But then somewhere within the moments, I faded. Not because I became of age, but because I forgot how to love. Most importantly I forgot how to love myself. The understanding of who I truly am became an apparent vision. The grasp of what really makes me became of a superficial knowledge to myself. I forgot my roots; an important campus to point out my destiny. My personality took a radical shift, and even the wildest of my souls tendencies I could not tame. My will got smouldered with the metal of rebellion and the discipline not to indulge in evil, wrong and sin escaped me.

Now what is left is almost a carcase of loose feelings and misconception about life having no meaning. If only I could love myself and do fairness to myself then the systems of the world would have responded to me. The night would end only after am awake, wealth would come when I needed it most, friends would be at my company. But then how are they supposed to enjoy my company if I do not enjoy it myself?

There is hope for a cut tree. I am not dead yet is an much as I have remained an Island. And so what fortune will it cost me to love yourself. Oh yes! I shall do the best to myself; I shall eat well, build my inner man, discipline my appetites and tame my own wild tendencies. I shall see the log in my own eye, reach out to myself when needy, abound in joy personally and above all worship. Then let the overflow of this abundance shall benefit those around me generously and unsparingly irrespective of their behavior, nature, ability, disability, race or religion.

Only then will I claim to be alive.