She- a fictional blog

She had lived her life the best she could. She had never asked for more than what she got- yet she had made sure that she did her best the very best in all fields of her life. She had loved, enjoyed, been sad, been selfish, sometimes unhappy and happy.  She was a mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend.

And above all she was also  a seeker. She introspected about everything not with logical heart but a mystical heart.  All good and bad made sense, all rich and poor made sense, all happy and sad made sense. And when she went beyond the mysticism she found that there was nothing but her projecting the mind to outer world creating everything around her. She herself created everything. She led her life with this thought. The best life she could.

Time flew.

Now she was old. Her children had moved on living away from her physically but very near to her in their heart.  Never had she imagined that she would get so wrinkled and old. In acceptance and in bliss, she spent hours with her own-self and when she closed her eyes in meditation she sometimes did not realize that it was nearly sunset. Her own self was her drug to her joy. Her own self was enough for her. 

 Occasionally she would ring her friends the ones who were still alive and she found some sad and depressed where as others with acceptance the life as it came and yet lacking in exuberance. There was no way that she could help them as she did not know how to- they had been thinking a certain way for most of their life and they could not be helped.The mental impressions of their thinking could not be changed. Not now, not if they wanted to.  

Many years later when she was on her last breath- in her very last moment her life flew past her in a second -it was a good life. Now she was eager to meet her maker – her own atman without this mind and this body. 

She was ready . 

The nurse around her was surprised at her chuckled last expression. She breathed no more.