After I came back home from the trip that changed my mind regarding life, I faced a problem: “How do I live among people having that knowledge about the world and myself? How do I live in a society where everyone does nothing but tries to deceive each other, being forever in a hurry while running in the same circle of obligations and routine? Everything these people like, poisons me and makes my life worse…”
I DON’T KNOW: HOW SHOULD I LIVE HERE NOW?
So, I stepped on the path of total depression. While feeling wonderful happiness inside, I didn’t understand how I can live further, how I should act in the world, where no one can accept me…”
Those days I felt like an alien everywhere, including my own home. My wife used to listen to me before and found my opinion important, but now she seemed to be separated from me by an invisible wall. I saw fear in Marina’s eyes: she couldn’t understand who that person was, and what he would do.
Parents, colleagues, friends, employees – everyone was steering clear of me. While living in the city with millions of citizens, being among crowds of people, being in the family circle, I felt as if there was nobody else on my planet, no one who could hear, understand and support me. I was alone.
However, I was still feeling absolutely happy inside. I tried to spend more time in nature. I enjoyed eating some simple food. And even that food I didn’t eat much. I enjoyed my inner freedom from meaningless hurry, empty actions and addictions.
THAT TOUGH PERIOD OF MY LIFE LASTED FOR ABOUT HALF A YEAR. MY WORLD SEEMED TO BE BEING RUINED. IN FACT, IT WAS ONLY MY OWN CONCEPT OF LIFE, MADE UP BY MY MIND, WHICH WAS RUINED. AND A FLOW WHERE I JUST NEEDED TO UNDERSTAND HOW LIFE GOES AND WHAT FATE GIVES TOOK THAT CONCEPT’S PLACE.
That’s how I came upon the next crossroads in my life. It was time to decide how I should live and which way I should choose. Should I decline my former life and everything I managed to create and establish to save myself? Should I move to another place and start my personal story from scratch? Or should I come back to what it was and, possibly, lose a part of my inner world?
Thinking about that difficult choice, I remembered my Teacher. He said that everything around us is love, and there is no white or black in the world. There is no division into darkness and light, good and bad, there are just many different energies seen by our mind. Therefore, it’s not about others and their “imperfection”. The reason was inside me: I didn’t understand something about the world, surrounding me. And everything will change as soon as I manage to love the outer space as much as my inner world.