Detachment except from cashmere

Feeling content with one’s self is certainly quite an accomplishment.  Feeling absolutely, 100% at ease and happy in the skin we are in.  No envy for others, no fault with the world, untroubled, carefree and satisfied with life.

Anybody who lives in todays society and falls within a certain age range, that range of which is ever expanding, is never completely fulfilled and anyone who claims they are, well it will take a lot of convincing and the only person who you must convince is yourself. 

I have to say… that I could not feel happier than I do right now.   Others will question it, but the justification is not necessary.  What can I say?  I have found a place where I want to be.  I know what I need to make me happy.  After reading an article about turning a certain age (I am no where near that age) it got me thinking.  Make a decision and stick to it, hit certain targets before you reach the end.   So in following this, I made a few decisions.  Being independent is vital. Realizing that I don’t need to be in a relationship is vital.  Now I have embraced that, I have to say I cannot be happier.  I have found a new love that comes in the form of a cashmere poncho!  Cost a small fortune but it was worth every penny! 

It keeps me warm, makes me feel special and bar getting stolen or leaving it on the train, it will never leave me!  Sounds very sad I know but there it is.  I am in love with my poncho.  There is always a BUT to this.  Being a Jain, albeit not a very good one in that I don’t really follow all the rules,  although I practice yoga  4 times a week….. totally going off the subject….what was I saying., yes, Jainism.  I am reading a mesmerising book entitled 9 Lives.  The story I am currently reading relates to a beautiful girl who becomes a Muni.  Within this chapter, the fundamentals of Jainism are explained, 1 of which I was aware of but did not pay too much attention to.  This being non-attachment.   When you stop obsessing about certain things, one being finding love, and accept a form of anonymity, an aura of happiness glides over you and hovers there like a light.   This is the only for of detachment I Can make just now, because as we all know, being a fashionista and designer, ones life revolves around being attached to ones commodities- my Cashmere Poncho for one!!   As per always, I digress, what I mean is, if you make a decision, and in my case it is concentrate on fulfilling dreams, goals, finish that book, memorize a piece of violin music, learn a new language.  When you take away the pressures that almost mold your everyday, a sense of liberation overcomes you and the feeling is liberating.

A not so idyllic life

An idyllic life as portrayed by a realist.

In MY ideal world, I would have a beautiful home with a fabulously successful husband.  We would have a few children (I haven’t quite decided how many) and a nanny for when we go to work.  We would have an apartment in Paris and a beach home in the Maldives and have great parties.  

That is the world of an idealist.  I am a realist.  The story is very different. It is not really a story.  It is reality

In the REAL world, this is what happens.  You wake up in the morning and turn on the radio to hear of more blood shed across the globe.  You look out the window to see how the weather looks and expect it to be consistent with the season, but it is raining, and dark and miserable.   It is Summer.

You look in your wardrobe and have no idea what to wear,  you look across to where the love of your life is supposed to be lying.  The space is empty.  He is no longer there.

The world is an ever-changing place.  Society is selfish and honest mortals, are a dying breed and “ever lasting love” is certainly a sentiment that once existed.

Life now is busy.  Life is a competition.  What I talk about is that of what occurs in the Western World……not life in Kalash.  Existence has become more of a chore, make money, find the ideal mate, have some children, don’t leave it so late.  RULES RULES RULES!.

When I began writing this, I had some idea about where it would end, but where does it end?