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Published: November 1st 2014
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Dying to reach the shore
We Have To Lose Our Minds To Come To Our Senses
by: Steven Javaherian
Sometimes it feels like we have to lose our minds, to come to our senses. These thoughts are triggered in me today as I mourn the recent loss of a very dear friend. Her name was Mitra
She left us prematurely, and seemingly totally unfair. It angers me to admit to myself that life is unfair. But I know it is. Unless I am in denial.
I ask myself whether suffering has to be part of life; hence, deemed necessary and fair? I ask myself; Does the glory of birth justify the gloom of losing and death? I ask myself; Why love ––if losing hurt so much? No clear answer.
This is where I begin to lose my mind–– hoping it would bring me to my senses. Mitra was a good friend and a good mom too. Losing her has brought back into my heart the turbulence and the agony of losing my daughter, Andrea, a few years ago. As I did then, today I try to use my logic, allowing it to come
to my rescue, for accepting that universally we are born to die. This pisses me off; to put bluntly. It makes me feel like I can never succeed in life, no matter how successful I become; I fail at the end. We all do. My only revelation and savior in this thought process, which leads me to sanity and guides me to accept that life is worth living, is the story of the Two Waves:
Once upon a time there were two waves rolling in the ocean following one another toward the shore. The wave in the front was very sad, she thought she would soon reach the shore and die as a wave. She would no longer be a wave! As she was weeping over the imminent loss of her life, and all other waves, the wave behind her noticed her cry and said to her "what is wrong buddy? I see you terrified." The front wave said; can’t you see? We are going to die soon, as soon as we hit the shore? We’ll no longer be waives.’ The wave behind realized her friend’s anguish and said to her; “Oh no, you would never die! You are
not a wave. You are just part of the ocean.” We all are. Mitra is not dead, she is part of the ocean.
As my friend Roya Marouf said once in a beautiful poem:
“Think of her as if she is not dead.
Think of her like she is always in the other room,
or just somewhere else." Very much like you and I are somewhere else right now, you're there and I am here. Ultimately, we may part from one another, but we’ll never die as a whole. We are part of the ocean and the ocean part of Universe.
We have to lose our minds, to come to our senses.
This story holds me together and makes me feel positive about life.
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michele
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I'm so sorry to hear about Mitra...love you and sending you warm thoughts.