Whenever there is an upsurge of emotions, the need to vent becomes stronger. Ironically, only in such a state one finds how alone one is; how impossible it is to explain in words or draw in pictures what is sprouting in one’s heart. And how impossible it is to show to those whom one has made the cause of the pain one feels. When all doors are closed except that which opens in one’s heart, one tries to transform the pain into learning; to become detached, but trials lead to suppression. One confuses repression with transformation and the veil lifts when it is ripe–when one finds oneself in a similar situation again…
So when does the transformation begin?
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May i venture an answer – transformation begins as soon as we embark on mindfulness.