Laxman Rekha

There is a pattern everywhere. How you work, how you think, how you tackle situations, even how you relax. You follow certain rules which are probably unsaid. You know them but never recognize them. But why do we follow a certain pattern? Are the people who take risks also follow some pattern or do they just challenge themselves? What we need to ponder is these unsaid rules, perhaps, are our comfort zones. You follow them because they make you feel secure about your own self. 

You don't know your complete self. You know about the side of your personality which you have experienced. Why do we panic in uncertain situations? It's because our unsaid rulebook has no prescribed rules for that situation. We are caught in the current of life, and we don't know which turn it will take. In this situation, we find ourselves helpless because we are scared of breaking rules, taking risks and challenging ourselves. That is beyond what we consider as our 'Laxman Rekha' or the line of our comfort zone in this case. Because once you have crossed this line, life is full of adventure. 

As Robert Frost says,

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

And mark my words, it is your choice to cross this line or not. Your line of comfort is prolonging your growth curve. Take that leap of faith. Just explore your adventurous side. We do things for end results because that drives our motivation. For once try and follow a course for the journey itself and not for reaching somewhere, because anyhow every journey has a destination. You'll reach somewhere that is sure, but what enriches life are the adventures that come along, some full of excitement and some scary and some even gloomy. Nonetheless, what is important is that you make a choice to grow, to unlearn, to learn again. Find that spirit inside which is perhaps lying dormant, which want you to thrive and not just survive. 

Let's live in this moment. 

Happy Reading!

- Mystic Apoorva 

PS: This is one of my most favourite poem. The full poem of Robert Frost for you all.

A Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.