Whether pigs can fly.

"I am convinced that the deepest desire within each of us is to be 

liberated from the controlling influences of our own psychic

madness or patterns of fear. 

All other things—the disdain of ordinary life, the need to control 

others rather than be controlled, the craving for material goods as a 

means of security and protection against the winds of chaos—are 

external props that serve as substitutes for the real battle, which is 

the one waged within the individual soul." - Caroline Myss

Reading quotes posted by artsy pages on Facebook have a way of awakening the sleeping thinker within, and shaking up its befuddled state. As we go about our passing lives, dodging obstacles and often succumbing to our mortal weaknesses, we pause once a while, and look up- we question our very existence and the causes for the actions we take and the actions others take connected to us.
What I am writing at this moment may have nothing to do with the quote I have posted with it.

It is just that somehow I connected to this quote at the instant I read it. I do not know about the psychic madness and patterns of fear that Myss is talking about, but I know oodles about the disdain of ordinary life. Like any other soul fed by the fancy words one reads, I have begun to live in fear of having a mundane life and of never finding passion in the things I do. I fear settling for some things, because I was too lazy to leap and stretch myself for what I really want. I have never been an ambitious person, more of a happy-go-lucky yet forever-questioning-life kind. I fear that my lot is the worst kind, we think and think about things, And yet when it comes down to it, we resign too easily to our fate.

I have never been inclined towards controlling others, except perhaps my stubbornness clashes with that of others, but I guess that does not count? Or perhaps I do not want it to count, because I feel it is a very negative feeling- that of control. Thinking individuals should not want to control, there should only be the desire to liberate others. Then again, what one feels cannot be helped.

I have seen this craving for material goods- I have seen hoarding of things, shiny and warm by a loved one. Though I give her hell for it sometimes, deep down I know it is to try and rid herself of all the pain and humiliation she felt when she did not have it all several decades back. In this world of fast shopping bags-obsessed existence, who can blame the fallen souls who have swooped down to replacing feelings and emotions with material possessions.

Personally, I do not know about not wanting chaos, I feel if one wants a not so ordinary life, one must have lots of chaos- chaos is the only thing which can sweep away the ordinary aspects of life. Chaos is that phenomenal gust of wind that blows down everything that stands in its path, and changes the status quo. Then again, chaos is stressful.

Of battle within the individual soul, I know plenty. I face it every passing day. Being a confused soul in this harsh know-it-all world has a way of doing that to you. And I guess we resort to all possible manifestations of that is seen in the above mentioned quirks. We as an entire race, have never been entirely confident with questions aimed at our inner selves. At the earliest possible moment, we deflect it to other things- let's not talk about my inner self, let's instead talk about whether pigs can fly.