An Opinion

When I was very small, I was told to choose something and to explain why I had chosen it. In those early years, I learned to have an opinion. As I grew up, I discovered that I had the ability to build more and more opinions about absolutely everything. In time, I was the voice of authority about anything that anyone wanted to talk about! Of course, my opinion was only valid as far as my point of view was concerned. Yet, inspite of this, I had also been taught that everyone else was supposed to have the same or almost the same opinion.

Well, school taught me otherwise. No one seemed to see the world with the same ideas that I had. People argued about their ideas. I watched and learned. Debates, arguments, discussions; call it what you will, no one seemed to have an exact opinion. With this realization, I began to question why I had to have an opinion in the first place? Whose idea was it that taught me to make opinions.

Looking back, it was my grandma who really pointed out that I was allowed to choose for myself. Everytime she told me to do something, she always followed her instructions with a question. "Do you know what to do?" This forced me to think and to decide. Perhaps my childish ideas were wrong, but in my mind they were absolute then.

Now, in what is called the aged years of my life, I can see that the billions of opinions I have passed through, where I rationalized, excused and justified and explained my opinions was nothing more than an opportunity to understand the power of my mind and the ability to think for myself. So, who cares what I think. Only my innerself bothers and even then, perhaps in a few days, I may not remember that my opinion today was important to me.

Our conscious mind is a liar and a cheat. It muddles up all our opinions and blows them out of proportion. Issues rise and fall as does our fastidious behaviors. In the end all that matters is that we have the ability to think and learn. Only then can we understand that it is our Spirit-Self that in neutral and loving.