Contentment Contentment is blue. Sky blue. It is peaceful like the open blue sky but do not consider it to be dormant. Contentment is vibrant but free from turmoil. Free from the turmoil of the desire. Free from the affliction of the imperiling pursuits of matter and pride. Free from the torment and the restlessness caused by the craving. It is free and open like the open blue sky.

The mind is a very complicated instrument, if I can call it that. A human is something, a 100 times more complex than the complexity of a 100,000 asimos put into one. No, this number is still small. Whatever be the number, the mind is like a cylinder with a sieve at the bottom. It wants. And it keeps wanting. So we keep demanding and keep achieveing and keep giving the mind what we think it wants. But what we get, is small in size, it passes through the sieve, the mind still be empty, hungry and desirous, desires for more. We desire more, for we 'hope' that one day we shall satisfy it. Imagine putting flour into a cylinderical vessel with holes at the bottom. We put in a lot of flour very quickly and the vessel seems full, satisfied for a while. We find ourselves happy for a while.. But the flour starts to escape. It starts to fall and we begin to starve again. Crave again for the fulfilment. Unfortunately, the life is such a play, where we cannot always keep putting flour. But we still want to obtain those small moments of consummation, always. Not knowing, that it will fill again just to be empty when the flour falls off.

I am a fan! I am a bewildered. Astonished. Is there a greater word ? I am in awe when I see how everything is fashioned. How subtle it is. How elusive is that which exists yet so intimate. Realize the amicability of life when it tries to teach us the way and realize one's folly when we fail to larn that the flour falls off.

The vessel of the mind needs something concrete and not the slithery flour to attain satisfaction. Something that will not sieve out. 'The hunger to want more' will never ever give you what you want. It will never give you anything except a feeling of incompleteness and restlessness. For the flour will fall off.

The mind fails to understand the state of abscence of desire for it is the desire that exaggerates the sense of pleasure that would be achieved by its fulfilment, but it is only after you obtain something, you know how worthless it was. But one does not stop here. We feel that this did not serve the purpose, maybe reaching to something else would. But the flour always falls off.

Contentment. It is different. Different from what we have ever experienced. It is the absence of the thirst for more. It is like having that full-state always. It is like having everything. Contentment is having all wishes granted which is absolutely the same as having none. Rather, having none is better because then the infinite loop of things does not start in the first place, so there's no flour here. There's something bigger. And the size would not matter because it fills you up to the brim. And a content mind, is a satisfied mind for it has given up the flour that always falls off.

If someone would say, it is difficult to love an ideal person, I would humbly tell them that the grapes are sour because... because they know why. For an ideal human is content. And if he/she has experienced contentment, there's a lot to be awestruck about them and there's a lot to love.

Contentment is so gratifying. It is bliss. Bliss in sky blue. Alas, cannot be estimated by the discontent mind for the flour always falls off.  ¶ 9:46 PM