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From Yeatsvision


Gyrate through life.  You are not part of the herd.  You are you, an individual with tremendous potential.  The world often sits on that potential like a heavy weight smothering it.  The society, your religion, political systems, there is an endless lot of structures which act as straitjackets that stifle your very spirit.  Release your spirit and let it fly like a free, gleeful, warbling bird in the infinite sky.  Yes, there is the whole infinity waiting for you out there, for you to fly, to smile and to warble.

Live dangerously, as philosopher Nietzsche exhorted.  Build your home on the slopes of Vesuvius, he suggested. Sail against the wind and let your ship run wild on the mad ocean.  You don’t have to accept given, ready-made truths if your heart revolts against them.  Discover your own truths.  Create them if need be.

Gyrate through life.  Let the eternal drink churn out of your vital dance.

God does not lie hidden in locked up tabernacles or cloistered monasteries.  God is whizzing past in the storm out there.  Catch if you can.  God is flashing in the lightning that is waiting to strike the brave.  Do you dare to face your god?

Dare to step out of the cosiness that you have built around you with a comfortable pay pack and the truisms bought with it?  Step out of the prescribed dress code?  Out of formulas sold by corporates?  Dare to stop measuring life with ice cream cones?

Have you ever stepped into the shaky zone of uncertainties?  Listening to your heart or in order to listen to it?  Why not try it out for once and see the magical changes that will come along?

Life’s magic doesn’t occur overnight, however.  Keep sailing, keep flying, keep gyrating – in tune with your heart’s warbles.  The magic will unfold in the due course of time. You will see a new you emerging.  Out of the gyres. 

PS. This is part of my ongoing contribution to #BlogchatterA2Z. The chapters so far in Life’s Magic:
Abracadabra
Bliss
Chiquitita
Distortions
Enlightenment
Finesse








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  1. Indian SatireApril 7, 2018 at 8:33 AM

    Well written

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  2. Sapna DhyaniApril 7, 2018 at 2:57 PM

    Our comfort zones are very restricting. As you say, one needs to waltz out of their comfort zones and gyrate towards a more fulfilling life. Very interesting thought of "Gyrating".

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 7, 2018 at 8:09 PM

      You have understood the message so perfectly that I have nothing more to say.

      Delete
  3. CRDApril 8, 2018 at 4:34 PM

    Our comfort zones are...comforting.

    I think the human mind is only pushed to move out of his comfort zone when he senses danger or a threat to his current condition. It really takes a braveheart to gyrate then, especially when he is certain to have comfort without changing a thing.

    Great post!

    Do drop by mine.

    Cheers,
    CRD

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 9, 2018 at 9:21 AM

      Status quo is very comfortable but counterproductive too very often. What's life without that onward motion through the dangerous tracks and waves?

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