Philosophical Muse : The Night Time Jigsaw Puzzle Appreciation

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Things in life happen for a reason. We are all but pieces of a big divine plan, gears and parts of an intricate whole.

So normal is the flow of interaction between beings that we often times live life on auto mode, not realising the exchanges we make on a higher level of consciousness.

There are times when the world (or most of it) is a-slumber that some of us lie awake, thinking and pondering and start to question what life is all about.

We ask the questions why – why did this or that happen. Some of us fall back to the teachings indoctrinated upon us from religious faith or traditions and the mouldings of culture. Some through logical reasoning and deductions.
We ask the many questions on why our life is the way it is. On why events manifest itself the way they do.

As far as I have understood and observed, more often than not, the reasons for things happening is far beyond our immediate understanding.
It’s things whereby the answers to why they happen come later when the pieces of the whole jigsaw come together down the road.

The question though lies in that when that puzzle is complete, do we actually take time to look at it?
Or are we too preoccupied with the next new puzzle piece that drops in our mailbox of life?

When we observe each completed puzzle as a whole, recalling the process of how it was put together unconsciously, do we see how everything is connected and that everything that has happened, has to happen the way they did for things to end the way they are.

Reflection upon this must be done not just from the perspective of the self, but with those who interacted with our existence put into the equation as well.
For as everyone is an independent thinking soul, capable of being a spanner that jams the works of a calculated certainty, one will realise just how amazing the cogs and wheels turn in the whole mechanism of existance that makes our life move forward.

Perhaps I’m just the odd drunk banthering about in the wee hours of the morning when most have retired from the living world and entered another realm in slumberland to live their second lives manifested by mind instead of physical existance.

But once in a while, there are those of us who will take a swig from the drink of life and stay stone cold sober thinking.

I guess I do treasure contemplative moments like these. Sometimes we seek answers and assurances to the questions in life. And we, most of the time, don’t realise that it’s within us. The answers are there.

It’s about faith and understanding – that we are all on a mission to impact or influence those who come and go in our lives. That we are placed in the lives of others as others are in our lives to set things in motion.

There’s a Tibetan saying that states that there are no coincidences in life. Everything happens for a reason.
I used to wonder why in the past. Now, I just try to look in wonder.

Oh I do get caught up in the maelstrom of chaos ever so often and it becomes a damper for the mood.

But when the time comes for time-off and the mind is chilling in lounge of contemplation, does it arrive in a tray.
That euphoric cocktail in a cup waiting to be experienced. That texture of realisation and wonderful taste of wonder.

How intricate the workings behind every connection in our lives.

Call it faith for those embracing divinity. Or statistical probability and odds for those embracing a logical and scientific outlook. Or perhaps the result of a well executed move born from the stratagem of a divine one for those embracing the logical and the divine.
Regardless of one’s direction in philosophy and thought processes, it’s a time to sit back and marvel at the wonders of one of many secret inner works unfolding.

And as the satisfaction fills your entire being as you consume the knowledge and realisation, you can then be lulled into peaceful slumber.
For in the morning, a letter awaits in the mailbox, with a new puzzle piece of a new mystery awaiting to be discovered and realised.

Philosophical Muse : Travel Muse Part 2 – A Return To A New Familiarity

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And thus I return back to my home, having finished attending a training course.

It has been quite a journey, however short it may have been.
Every journey changes you, moulds you and transforms you to be the person that you will ultimately be to date.

It isn’t about going to distant foreign grounds (which in itself has its own charm of the thrill of the unknown) but rather, meeting with new people and seeing things that are different.

And once you return home, the journey has transformed you in such a way that home isn’t the same home that you left upon the embarkation of the journey.
It feels different, and somewhat foreign (not as foreign of course as the stranger land from which you’ve returned from but different).
And yet melded into this mix is the sense of familiarity and tinges of nostalgia as well.

Because home was where you planted yourself. The roots of connection stem from your soul into the very floor you walk upon under your roof. And over time your soul sprout leaves and branches of comfort.
But when you’ve gone to distance places and return, you bring back with you new seeds to be planted to add on to your little forest world, making it all the more vibrant.

There was a saying in one of the Hong Kong Ip Man films that mentioned something along the lines of “men should venture out to foreign lands during their lives”.

It’s kind of true. To open one’s mind and see the world from a different perspective.

Just like knowledge, your perception of the world around you is only as good as the amount of input you put into yourself. You read ABC books as a child, and as you grew older, you supplement that with different varieties of reading material. Every new knowledge paints a new colour to your world and occasionally, dot it with questions and curiosities that may further push you to explore for more answers.

I guess that’s how our forefathers progressed the human race. Exploration to the unknown, breaking pass the barriers that held them.

If it weren’t for new experiences, we might be living in a world today that we deem as flat instead of round. We might not realise that there are many other humans out there of different colour, race, creed, beliefs and practices.

But not only is it a teacher in the ways of mind expansion. But it is also a humbler of the soul and controller of the ego.
It becomes a humbling experience when you think you’ve been a master of your homelands, only to find out that out there are those with greater talents and skills than yourself.

The magic isn’t to be intimidated by these strangers but to learn from them. And share your knowledge and experiences with them as well. Make the world filled with variety.

I think humans were made to reunite after being separated. We scatter throughout the face of this earth to explore and later reunite and share and expand humanity’s knowledge base.

I used to live in a small shell of a world. But the more I was given a chance to explore out, the more I saw and realised and opened so many more doors. Dead-ends got broken down and new paths revealed. What seemed a hopeless turn turned out to be an avenue and path to more possibilites.

Exploration changes the world you perceive. Yes, it’s a cliche notion that has been said time and again probably not just on my blog alone, but in many other blogs as well mediums of information sharing.

But it is regardless always a good reminder to any readers passing by. That the world is indeed an oyster of experiences waiting to be discovered. And that the world we all know is just a tip of the iceberg.

And once you travel out, explore, and return you always feel the place you once knew has changed somewhat.

Oh, the world you once knew is not gone…just all the more colourful and vibrant.

As always I quote T.S Eliot :

” We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. “