Biologically, our heart size is almost the size of our closed fist, I remembered these lines my teacher narrated long time back in school days. Heart and fist closed for me is synonym for what can be termed as our attachment to our dearer, worldly materials or ambitions.
We are slaves to bonds with our loved ones especially our children, our loved dwelled in them make us handicapped that at times we cannot take decisions against our rational thinking or what ever the world around us is shouting at, a single demand of our imprisoned feelings make us at service of our loved ones.
Similar to that is our passion for accumulation of worldly materials like money in deposit, property and establishments that we tend to forget the we are not immortal rest our ambitious gatherings are here to stay.
At times it surpasses our logical thinking when passion within us grow beyond its elastic limit to attract and attain our likings that we make to suffer so many links around us who walked with us all through these days and shall be there to stay in future but heart rules over head and we simply ignore their call just for one person whose passion has disturbed the chemistry of our brain, most commonly know as love.
Man is social animal, and our ancestors were monkey, no doubt in such situations where heart rules over head and our ambition flings the logic, we tend to behave like a monkey.
Funny but surprising, a video made my conclusion more affirmative to my belief where I saw how in Africa/Asia a monkey is trapped by natives of the land. The hunter first identifies a pit hole in the open area in forest land. These pit holes are rat's abode or usually those, which are left over by snakes with an opening no bigger than our clinched fist. The hunter then make sure that monkey is watching him, places few black grams in that hole and shelter himself behind a tree to wait for monkey to come. Interestingly, the monkey soon appears and puts hand inside the hole in rat's den to collect the grams. Picked and holding in his fist pulls his hand out. But here is the twist, the clenched fist/hand is now stuck. If the monkey releases his pricy catch, his fist will easily slide out of the den but for the lust of his catch he does not, on the other hand gets panicked and tries to pull his closed fist out of the hole which in turn worsen the situation and the hunter taking an opportunity comes and ties a noose around monkey's neck. Enroped, drags the monkey to a cage making it a hunter's day.
We have clinched our heart to our attachments, nevertheless we hold them, the only escape we know is to release them and still let our existence in and around our family, our achievements, our wealth or precisely our mortal world.
We are slaves to bonds with our loved ones especially our children, our loved dwelled in them make us handicapped that at times we cannot take decisions against our rational thinking or what ever the world around us is shouting at, a single demand of our imprisoned feelings make us at service of our loved ones.
Similar to that is our passion for accumulation of worldly materials like money in deposit, property and establishments that we tend to forget the we are not immortal rest our ambitious gatherings are here to stay.
At times it surpasses our logical thinking when passion within us grow beyond its elastic limit to attract and attain our likings that we make to suffer so many links around us who walked with us all through these days and shall be there to stay in future but heart rules over head and we simply ignore their call just for one person whose passion has disturbed the chemistry of our brain, most commonly know as love.
Man is social animal, and our ancestors were monkey, no doubt in such situations where heart rules over head and our ambition flings the logic, we tend to behave like a monkey.
Funny but surprising, a video made my conclusion more affirmative to my belief where I saw how in Africa/Asia a monkey is trapped by natives of the land. The hunter first identifies a pit hole in the open area in forest land. These pit holes are rat's abode or usually those, which are left over by snakes with an opening no bigger than our clinched fist. The hunter then make sure that monkey is watching him, places few black grams in that hole and shelter himself behind a tree to wait for monkey to come. Interestingly, the monkey soon appears and puts hand inside the hole in rat's den to collect the grams. Picked and holding in his fist pulls his hand out. But here is the twist, the clenched fist/hand is now stuck. If the monkey releases his pricy catch, his fist will easily slide out of the den but for the lust of his catch he does not, on the other hand gets panicked and tries to pull his closed fist out of the hole which in turn worsen the situation and the hunter taking an opportunity comes and ties a noose around monkey's neck. Enroped, drags the monkey to a cage making it a hunter's day.
We have clinched our heart to our attachments, nevertheless we hold them, the only escape we know is to release them and still let our existence in and around our family, our achievements, our wealth or precisely our mortal world.
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