On a Day of Remembrance
You lived a life of
immense challenges, yet you were anchored in a singular, higher purpose; and
you did not merely speak of it. You attained it.
More than that, you
shared the path.
You made it clear: this is not reserved for a few. With right discernment, it
is attainable.
You also reminded that
this path is not new. It is ancient. Timeless. Walked by infinite seekers
before.
Today, on your death
anniversary, the world will remember you. There will be talks, tributes,
reflections. Your life will be celebrated, your achievements admired, your
words repeated.
It will be a grand
remembrance.
But what about me?
Am I truly inspired or
just emotionally moved for a moment?
Do I deeply believe in what you attained or do I admire it from a distance?
Do I want transformation or am I satisfied with appreciation?
Will I limit myself to
praising you?
Will I convince myself that attending today’s events is enough for now?
If I say your goal is
the highest, then is it truly “my“ goal as well?
If it is my goal, does
it not have to reflect in how I spend my time, my energy, my attention?
A person who wants
wealth structures life around it. Everything else (food, rest, routine) supports
that goal.
If liberation, truth,
or self-realization is my declared goal, is it treated the same way?
Or is it given leftover space after everything else is done?
Learning about you does
matter. Praising you has its place.
But WHAT NEXT?
Do I keep repeating
this cycle… Inspiration, Admiration, Participation; and then return unchanged?
Is this subtle
satisfaction enough for me?
If yes, I should accept it honestly.
But if I truly want to
walk the path you walked, then I cannot stop at reverence.
I must reorganize my
life.
Otherwise, this day
becomes one more ritual where I celebrate your life and quietly postpone my
own.
Underlying reminder
for myself:
If inspiration does
not convert into direction,
and direction into discipline,
then inspiration slowly and unknowingly can become sedation.
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