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Zenith



Life is like a trek in the mountains. Every peak entices you. Standing on the zenith, you look at other peaks which beckon you. Conquests, that’s what trekking is about; that’s what life is about.

The joy that a trekker experiences while standing on the zenith of a mountain is quite different from, say, what you experience when you receive a promotion at your office. Real conquests fill the spirit with a new vigour in spite of all the pain you endured on the way. The rugged paths through the mountain slopes, the exhaustion on the way and the rain and the sun that you braved, they don’t matter now. In fact, they metamorphose into a special kind of joy.

As Richard Bach said, when you have conquered certain heights you don’t want to go down; you want to spread your wings and fly. That’s what zeniths do to you. You don’t want to go down; you want to spread your wings and fly.

Zeniths that really enrich life are not about amassing more wealth or attaining higher positions in society. They are about reaching out to the higher levels within your consciousness. They are about expanding your consciousness, deepening it, becoming more and more aware of the mysteries of life, the magic of life. All great people achieved higher levels of consciousness. Greatness is a higher level of consciousness. Higher levels of consciousness give you wings and you fly among the clouds. Wings don’t belong to the earth’s mundaneness.

The real magic of life is rising above the mundane concerns and considerations. There is a milieu that lies beyond those concerns and considerations. It is not difficult to reach that milieu. What is required is the desire to reach there. And a concerted effort to grow wings. Read, contemplate, question and dream. Life’s magic will unfold as smoothly as the rain descends from burdened clouds.

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This is the last post in the series. Thank you for having been with me in the last one month. I’m particularly grateful to those who supported my venture with their comments and especially those who sent me WhatsApp messages telling me that my A2Z series helped them see life in a different way. I’m gratified.


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  1. Renu VyasApril 30, 2018 at 7:18 PM

    "The real magic of life is rising above the mundane concerns and considerations"

    I couldn't have described it better than that..strange how we let ourselves get entangled in our day to day petty mundane things and in the process miss out on the larger picture.

    Richard Bach..a fav of mine too (and of course Ayn Rand). ☺️

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 30, 2018 at 8:19 PM

      People miss the magic of life because they refuse to rise above the mundaneness.

      I loved both Bach and Rand as a young man. Bach still makes sense to me. Rand is too capitalist, I feel.

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